May we meet again (Clexa)

Chapter 19

You were a young preppy journalist about to unleash holy hell on important people and they wouldn't let that happen." Lexa said simply

"You saved me?" Clarke asked, now she really wanted to drink, "Why?" She asked, Lexa hadn't known her back then, she was just another stranger as the people she had sent to be killed.

"You were smiling," Lexa replied, "On the picture they gave me you were smiling and I was drawn to that smile."

"That couldn't have been the only reason,"

"It wasn't, but it was enough to make me want to meet you and when I did, I knew the world would never be the same without you in it, you had that spark people spend their whole lives looking for, and you had lost your sister, I didn't think your mom would survive losing another daughter."

Clarke remained quiet for a period of time, she wanted to say something, anything, but the truth, this truth she wasn't sure she wanted to know, she wanted it to be taken away again, she wanted to be simply oblivious to it, but she couldn't be, it was hers now as much as it was Lexa's, she had to carry it no matter how hard it felt.

"They taught me that love was weakness, but you taught me that love is strength and that's the only reason I kept going." Lexa opened the bottle to take another mouthful, but Clarke  grabbed the bottle and tossed it aside.

"You're already pretty wasted,"

"Not to wasted to remember that your lips were always warm and soft, like having to taste ice-cream for the first time and how incredibly delicious it tastes like." Clarke's cheeks flushed at the blunt honesty, truly refreshing to know Lexa hadn't forgotten what they had.

"Definitely wasted." Clarke chucked lightly, shaking her head side to side.

She looked down at the stupidly drunk idiot that clung to her arm. Lexa did the same, she looked up her eyes fixed on the blue in front of her.

She had missed those eyes, having to stare at them all morning while they wasted time away, Pretending they had nothing better to do while they had piles of tasks to complete, but laying in bed together was their thing, their show of how much they loved each other, a show of how they could never, ever get tired of just being together, but then it all disappeared and Clarke wanted so much to know if it was their thing or was it also gone.

As Lexa stared deep in them she couldn't decipher them, she saw glimpses of what was, but mostly of what is now, and a spark had been stolen from them, but they still shone with home, with the hope of a life, she couldn't rid of the idea that she ruined Clarke's life, from that very first hello.

"Come on, let's get you settled in on the couch." Clarke got up and pulled Lexa up too, she helped her lay on the couch while she went to gather the blankets and pillow. Maybe they just needed time, time could bring them together once more as it had swooped in and pulled them apart.

When Clarke came back, Lexa had completely passed out. She smiled at the scene, lifting Lexa's head up she put the pillow under her head and threw a blanket over her.

"I never meant to turn you into this Clarke." Lexa whispered,"I'm sorry." Clarke was suprised to see that Lexa was still awake, she lowered herself down on the floor , just in front of the couch.

"Just sleep." Clarke took Lexa's hand in hers, held it till Lexa really fell asleep, held it till she felt too tired to remain sitted on the floor, she got up after a while and walked to the kitchen.

Lexa's phone ringing brought her back to the living room, picking it up she pressed the power butt lightly and let it ring on its own, but the phone screen lit up again and this time she answered.