We will meet again ( English version )

We wil meet again

POV LEXA

July 18

This morning I wake up, it's 8:13. It's July 18th. It's been a year since Clarke died today. One year that my life changed. One year that I lost the one I loved, the love of my life. Her life was taken away from her when she was just at the beginning. Clarke and I had been together since we were 17, I had never loved a person the way I loved her. As I continue to love her, and as I will always continue to love her. Our relationship lasted 5 years. 5 years of happiness by her side. We had known each other in college, we had become friends because of a french presentation that we had to prepare in groups of 2. Clarke and I had been close since that day, spending all our free time together. We'd go to the movies, to the beach, to go shopping,... At the time I didn't know my sexual orientation yet but I knew I wasn't interested in boys. Many had tried to date me but each time I refused. Clarke was the only one who occupied my thoughts, I always wanted to be there for her, so I didn't want another person to get in our midst. I thought I was reacting like that because I cared a lot about her as a friend, but it was much later, in high school, that I realized that I felt more than friendship for this pretty blonde. Clarke told me that she had been in a relationship with Finn Collins, one of the most popular guys in high school. All the girls were at his feet, but it was Clarke he had chosen. What I understood. Who could do without the joy, the smile, the laughter, the beautiful blue eyes of Clarke Griffin. Nobody. Not even me. With Clarke we told each other everything. Neither had a secret for the other. Each knew the life of the other. So I told her that I had a crush on a girl but I had not given her a name, which she had accepted. Because Clarke was a very understanding person, she hadn't judged me when I told her I was a lesbian (something I figured out in high school), she even supported me when I wanted to tell my parents. Fortunately, they were just as understanding even though they would have liked to have had a son-in-law. When Clarke told me that she and Finn were dating I felt a little jealousy, but as long as Clarke was happy, so was I. I just wanted her to be happy. I had heard several rumors about this Finn, that he liked to play with girls, and that he just wanted to have them in his bed. After a month of relationship Clarke had arrived at my home crying, I had of course welcomed her. She had managed to find time for me during her relationship but also spent a lot of time with her boyfriend, which I also understood. I had to share my Clarke. With someone who broke her heart. When she got home, Clarke had taken long minutes before she was screaming. In my memories, this night , she was supposed to spend the evening and the night at Finn's. She had explained to me that they were watching a show in his bed when he started touching her. Clarke was still young to take the act, so she had stopped all Finn's caresses. He didn't appreciate it and clearly told Clarke that if she didn't want to do anything with him, then they had nothing to do together. So Clarke took her stuffs and left his house. I was mad at Finn, he managed to have Clarke, the most adorable, most beautiful girl on earth, and he left her like shit. Like she's just another girl in his list. In a way I was glad that Clarke didn't let herself tempt. She deserved more than that. She deserved someone who loved her for who she really was. Someone who's here for her, in good times and bad times. I was there for Clarke, at all times, and tonight was one of the bad time. So I offered her to stay in my house, and she agreeded to. We put ourselves in pajamas, then we moved into my bed. 10 minutes later Clarke broke the silence that had created.

- Lexa?
- Hmm... yes, Clarke?
- The girl you told me about, the girl you had a crush on, is this still on? She asks me when I look at the ceiling in my room
- I never stopped having a crush on her, Clarke. When I'm telling her that I turned my head and look at her
- Oh... you never gave me her name... she seems to be important to you.
- She is. I said fixing the ceiling again.
- That person is lucky , she knows how you feel about her?
- No.... I tell her in a low breath
- You should tell her. She told me while she's looking at me this time.