This is the third fanfiction I am writing.🤩♾ Clexa IS THE END GAME
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Season 5 when Clarke and Madi survive together, but with a few changes..💖🥺
Madi has a birthday soon, but Clarke will receive an unexpected gift.
May We Meet Again 💙♾
Lif...
A year has passed since the pramfaya. Only Madi and I are here.
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She is a wonderful child, fortunately the tower in Polis was still intact without much damage, so we decided to stay there, at the commanders' homes and not far from my mother, but there was no way to get there, it was too risky. I thought I would be left alone, but thanks to Madi I don't feel that way, I'm glad with her.
I miss my friends and mother, but I don't miss them as much as the love of my life.
The Woman who taught me a lot and showed me that behind the cold mask there is an amazing and loving woman who wants peace.I miss Lexa every day, I think about her every morning and every night. Fortunately, when I look at Madi, I feel like I'm looking at her. I love Madi, she is my child, when I thought I saved her, I was wrong. She saved me.
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On the day we visited the Polis, I divorced the curious little girl, who was looking at me with joy. When we got to Lexa's room, Madi decided not to go in, she decided it was better to stay outside and I went in.
As soon as I entered, the memories of the time spent here returned, and with them my tears for my only true love. I sat on her bed, and lay down on her pillow, hoping to smell her. And yes, I bustled it, I felt the freedom, the smell of home. I pressed the pillow tighter and as soon as I put it on I felt my hands under it. As soon as I looked I was shocked, it was a letter and on that letter was written my name.
Tears began to form, and his broken heart felt as if he were still being stabbed. I looked carefully at the package, went carefully through her handwriting. It was hers, I had seen it written on a piece of paper more than once.Her handwriting was always so clean, and the way the ink spread lightly made everything so gentle, even behind the commander's mask. After hesitation, I carefully opened the envelope so as not to tear it, I took it out folded sheet and key. I looked at the key, but did not pay much attention to it, I decided to direct everything to the sheet.
