May we meet again (Clexa)

Chapter 13

Clarke collapsed on the floor as sweat dripped down her back, time heals all wounds was the qoute on the ceiling, in big bold letters.

She wished she could believe that, that it healed everything, but it didn't, time just made the pain hurt less. she could admit that, but not heal, healing was something that took longer than five months and she knew that.

"Hey, you okay?" Niylah asked handing Clarke a bottle of water

"Yeah, why?"

"You spaced out, I was asking if you were ready for supper."

"Just thinking." She replied and sat up, finishing the whole bottle in one go they got up and went for supper. Niylah enjoyed spending time with Clarke, she found herself spending all her free time with her and telling her stuff she would never just tell anyone.

"Don't you have to go now?" Clarke asked as she trialed behind Niylah who was packing food in her tray.

"You want me to go?" Niylah looked back, Clarke looked up and shook her head side to side.

"Never," She smiled, "I like having you around."

"I like having you around too."

"Can we go somewhere, after this
If it's possible?"

"You got a destination? I can sneak you out. "

"Maybe.." Clarke beamed while eating her supper.

Having Niylah in the facility was fun, even though she was busy with other patients most times, but she always made sure to pop in and say hi to Clarke.

As they drove in silence, Clarke opened the window and let the air flow in, she closed her eyes as the cold air licked at her bare arms, she could hear cars beeping and music blarring from other cars

She was alive and she felt it in her body, being sober felt like coming up from a really dark sea and getting fresh air and she loved it.

"You worry me when your silent," Niylah uttered, taking a turn as they neared towards their destination, she still didn't know who she'd find where they were going.

"I feel like myself, it's been so long with the alcohol and pills that I was just a vessel, but now I feel full, you get that?"

"Yes and I'm proud of you. So proud you can't even imagine."

"Thank you, for everything I wouldn't have made it without you."

"It was an honor to help you, now we have arrived, you going to tell me what we're doing here?"

"The man that killed my fiancee is in there." Clarke said unlocking the door, Niylah hurriedly stepped out and went to Clarke's side.

"You don't have to do this," She said, taking hold of her hands, "You don't have to see him or talk to him."

"But I do," She replied simply, "Can I- can I kiss you?"

"What?" Niylah asked, her eyes traveling down to Clarke's lips, she'd spent days day dreaming about kissing her, how amazing it'd feel and how happy it'd make her, and how unafraid she'd be.

She was terrified though, the kiss would change everything. It'd turn her life upside down, but her heart screamed it was worth it, her brain knew better, it knew not to go near those lips, but God she couldn't resist as she softly placed her hands on Clarke's cheek, softly caressing it.

"You're the most intriguing person I've met," She confessed, Clarke stood on her toes, she closed her eyes and stopped mid air, Niylah shut her brain out and captured Clarke's lips with her own.

She kissed her and the world disappeared, having Clarke's body against her own was everything she had ever wanted since the day they first met.

Clarke couldn't help, but think what Lexa would say, how Lexa's lips felt against her own, Stop it!!! she screamed at her mind and focused on the kiss. It was soft and warm and inviting, everything she wanted  it even felt good, amazing, but it wasn't Lexa.

Clarke's hands were wrapped around Niylah's waist and Niylah's locked around Clarke's neck pulling her down slightly, Niylah drew back and spent a moment studying Clarke's face, in that moment it was just the two of them, no pain or death or suffering, just them and it felt enough.

"You ready?" Niylah asked

Clarke's responce was opening the gate and walking into the yard, they knocked a few times before a woman in her late twenties opened the door for them "Hello." She smiled politely through the burglar.

"Hi, I'm Clarke, and I was wondering if I could speak with Titus Klin?" The woman studied Clarke, now she understood why Lexa could never stop talking about her, could never forget her.

"Just a sec," she said turning around but not moving, "Dad!!" She screamed, "It's for you."

A large bald man, emerged from the house and invited them in.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked.

"No, we're good." Clarke said and studied the man as he took a seat down. She looked hard at his face, this was the man responsible for killing her Lexa, she opened her mouth, but no words came.

Niylah squeezed her hand and she turned and looked at her, "You've got this." She whispered.

"Uh, You probably don't remember me, I'm Clarke Griffin and you're the man that killed my fianc-"

"Titus?" A familiar voice rang in Clarke's ears and she stood quickly, turned around to look at the voice that sounded much like...

"Lexa?" She asked, she tried moving closer, but stumbled on thin air, her head spun around and her heart beat way too fast. Lexa is dead, she can't be here, she knew this to her core, she died. Lexa had died.