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Tormented Illusions

Clarke looked out of her window. If it were open...she'd fly out of her cell and plummet to the earth. Descending to her birthright. She took in a breath. The air was always stale, tasting of rust and grime. She took a pen, drawing on her arm. The same two eyes, to a face that she couldn't quite picture.

A woman's eyes that looked through her, demanding something. Her obedience?

Clarke wasn't sure, but she always saw them.

She laughed. It was absurd. As if a person existed that could fill the emptiness...

The person that was meant to make everything better, that didn't exist!

Yet Clarke still had the dreams, since she was thirteen.

About a girl, with wild hair, that wielded a sword.

And those eyes.

She never forgot those eyes.

….

Lexa looked to the sky...she was haunted.

She was twenty-one...and she was still alone.

Something that was unheard of amongst her people.

It showed weakness, being unable to find your second heart.

The one the beat along yours.

But there she was, lying on her back against the grass. Watching the stars.

It always gave Lexa a great sense of comfort watching that stars, as though she could find what she was looking for.

It had been suggested that her lover had long since died...Lexa had beaten the offender until her fists were bloody.

She had to be pulled off the man.

Her lover hadn't died.

She could feel her, looking down upon her.

Sometimes she dreamed about her, wearing strange clothing, laughing.

Lexa would always remember her voice, the way it sung, it made her heart soar.

She just hadn't found her.

"Where are you?" Lexa breathed, "I need you."

She felt her breast...it ached for her...as though it were empty...like she had spilled out her insides...only to remain unfilled.

She longed for the hallucinations of sleep, to glimpse upon that haunting woman.