What You've Been Missing

by Ebozay

After an accident Lexa left her home, family and memories in the hopes of finding who she once was. On her journey Lexa meets a woman, Clarke, who appears to be a kindred spirit. This sets Lexa on a path of friendship, where she finds that Clarke searches for her own missing pieces. The friendship grows into something more when Lexa finds that Clarke is just what she was missing.

1. Chapter 1

Rain drummed down upon the footpath, each drop a wave, a pattern of circles that bled into one another, that drifted, wove together with little concern for the wind, the dirt, the rocks and gravel.

Lexa's feet clipped against the footpath, each step she took splashing water against the legs of her pants, but she didn't mind, never quite cared, perhaps even enjoyed. And she did for she found the rain calming, she found it soothing, she found it constant, familiar, its pattern, its beat and its echoing life never far from the last real memory she thought she had had for as long as she could remember.

A car flashed past, its colour a deep red, its growl a quiet fading whir of life, and Lexa spared it only enough time to register the shade of paint before she tucked her hands deeper into her coat pockets, hunched her shoulders to the chill of the wind and continued to push forward with little concern for those she walk by, and for those that travelled their own journey.

Wind tussled what little of her hair that had escaped the scarf wrapped around her neck, and Lexa found herself subconsciously reaching up, pulling her coat's collar more stiffly against her neck as she tried to tame the strands of wavy brown taken by the wind.

Once she had thought that motion familiar, once she had thought it a stranger, but now it seemed shallow, it seemed forced, something half remembered, half uncertain in its existence, a song whose tune she couldn't quite place despite the rhythm it would drum through her memories, but perhaps she couldn't be blamed for thinking that. Not when she had once thought herself lost to the world, not when she had once thought herself never to remember much more again.

But Lexa came to a stop, she took a moment to eye her reflection in the window that reached up into the rain overhead, and she found herself marvelling, shying, shrinking away from the image that looked back at her.

And she did so for she found herself afraid of the age that looked back, at the way youth didn't quite cling to her cheek bones anymore, to the way her eyes seemed sharper, aged, less of the child she remembered herself to be, and more that of a woman who had lived a life of love, of memories, of times shared and cherished.

And so she sighed, she shook her head forcefully for a too long moment, and she let her breath fog the air in front of her face before she pushed forward, palm out and fingers splayed against the glass door as it swung inwards to reveal Anya sitting at a table, a half smile upon her lips, and a hand wrapped around a coffee mug that steamed.