- I'm sorry, Clarke - Lexa said in a very cold tone which surprised Clarke as she felt the sudden change in the woman whom she had just kissed. She immediately understood that it had been a mistake.
- Can you call me a taxi, please? - Clarke said as she let go of Lexa's hands as she took two steps away from the woman in front of her.
- Clarke I do not want to.... - Lexa tried to explain, she did not know why she felt like a horrible villain for hurting a pure soul like the blonde woman in front of her.
- What? That I feel bad or hurt? Do not worry I'm used to these reactions, it's nothing new and it's nothing that leaves me feeling hurt in my heart. It was a mistake and that's it, now will you arrange a taxi for me, I'm leaving right now. Lexa, thanks for the water - Clarke said in a very distant tone of voice as she tried to stay strong, even as inside she felt as if a cold ice knife had stabbed her heart. Lexa did not understand there was an internal struggle inside herself, and the blonde's reaction and words made her feel hurt in her chest.
- Clarke, it's not what you think... - Lexa keep trying again, she did not really want to hurt Clarke, but her walls had risen and she could not lower them.
- And what the hell do you know what I think...? And do not give me the shit about it is not you it is me, please... seriously, I want to go now. You do not need to give me any explanation - Clarke said very determined while feeling on the sofa in search of her jacket, which she put back and took her white cane to open it.
- Is it really me, please let me explain. And no, even if it sounds trite it's the truth, it's not you, it's me, I'm not open to entering into a relationship. I only sleep with women that I never see again, and you are not that kind of woman, you are much more than that and you deserve someone who can offer you something much more than what I can offer, do you understand me?- Lexa finally managed to find the words to explain, hoping that her words would lessen the blonde's humiliation.
- Then why the hell did you invite me to your apartment and why did you kiss me? Are you kidding me or do you have a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde personality? And who the hell told you what I am like and what kind of relationship I look for? Do me a big favor and let me pass, please. - Lexa took a step forward in Clarke's direction, and Clarke immediately extended her cane, tapping the brunette's leg lightly, stopping her from coming closer to her.
- Stay away please and let me pass... I know where the door is - Clarke warned as she started to walk to the door as a surprised Lexa watched as she felt that everything was a big mistake and she did not know what to do, but seeing Clarke's reaction to her actions made her feel an internal pain.
- Wait Clarke, let me get you a taxi. Wait a few minutes for it to arrive, please - Lexa asked holding Clarke's arm gently, something that Clarke did not like at all as she reluctantly stopped walking towards the door.
- Okay but please just do not touch me - Clarke asked in a calm but determined and sharp tone of voice.
Lexa called for the taxi that arrived at the building five minutes later. When the manager called the Doctor to let her know that the taxi was waiting at the entrance, the brunette thanked him then turned her eyes full of guilt to Clarke, who had sat down again on the sofa without uttering a word.
- Has the taxi arrived? - Clarke asked standing up.
- Yes, but please let me accompany you down to the taxi - Lexa said as she approached the blonde but respected her space.
- No, thanks, the elevator will take me to the ground floor and there the manager can tell me where the taxi is.
- I... Clarke, I'm sorry - Lexa said to the blonde with regret in her voice, something that Clarke immediately noticed and which confused her a little.
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Angel of Light [English Version] (Completed)
ФанфикThey say there are Angels between us, that suddenly appears in our lives and help us, protect us, and teaching us to see the light at the end of the dark tunnel. Angel, the blind singer and art professor, Clarke Griffin, and a worldwide successful d...