I fell in love with your thoughts- A Clexa valentine's special

They had never met, not in person anyways. But Lexa felt like they had known each other forever. Like they were one, interlinked, in a way.

She felt that Clarke, though unknowingly, had been with her through the darkest time of her life, when her company was mundane concrete walls, itchy orange suits and steel bars. And the notes in a particular book.

She observed the golden strands well through the café windows. Wholly unaware. The way her delicate hands flicked over the keys quickly as she wrote something too small to observe from afar.