"My heaven is here. It was here." The memories are still vivid in their minds. Small. Big. It doesn't matter. They're there. Always splitting through the open wounded cracks as they sleep, where behind each closed eyelid is a new memory, a new chapter, each one hitting just as hard as the last. That's what pains the most. The fact that they're just made up memories. This love felt infinite. But it wasn't. She wasn't here. She wasn't real. Two soulmates have countless dreams of their previous lives, not knowing, but feeling their love between closed eyelids. Each night is another memory. Another story. Another reminder that this love is all they need. All they want. But as destiny tries to bring Clarke and Lexa together, they are only faced with confusion and denial. Forgotten memories. Infinite searches for this love.