Happy third of Christmas. This one is short, but... warning... sad content...
Lexa grimaced at being called out, before she locked her truck and climbed into the back. She lied down; hands folded behind her head and looked up at the cabin ceiling. She was sad for Clarke's loss. Whoever the person had been to her, she had loved him very much. Still loved him probably if the song was anything to go by. She wished she had been braver and had offered some words of consolation. In the end, she was an expert in that field, having been exposed to so many different variations of comforting nothings.
Lexa closed her eyes and deflected her feelings. She'd experienced her own losses in her young life. Her parents had died when she'd only been a young kid and she'd ended up in the system. She'd been passed from family to family, never staying long enough to belong and experience further loss until she'd met her. They had been together for three years, before it had become difficult, but Lexa had trusted their love for each other would be strong enough to overcome all the hurdles and boulders thrown at them. She had been fatally wrong; she hadn't seen the decline and the consequence had pulled the rug out from under her feet. Her girlfriend, who had suffered from cancer, hadn't seen another way out and had run head first into oncoming traffic. She hadn't even left a letter.
She'd loved, deeply loved, but had lost all of them. Lexa wiped over her face and breathed slowly in and out. The conversation she'd stumbled upon moments ago had woken her inner demons, the message loud and clear in her head. 'Everyone dies around you. Everyone leaves you.' On repeat, over and over and over. She couldn't sleep, too troubled by her turmoil. She'd originally planned to rest for a few hours before she had to get going to meet her next customer, but seeing that slumber wasn't going to happen, she crawled back behind the wheel, started the motor and navigated back onto the highway. The black night swallowed everything around her leaving her focused solely on the lines of the road.
It had been a few days since Lexa had heard from Clarke. She had been travelling further west. Now she was back on the same highway. Her last client had contracted her for the whole of December to deliver metal beams from the production plant to the construction site. She didn't mind spending a month of winter here. It was sunny and bright today.
"How 'bout it southbound. Lion cub from Polis County. Anyone out there?"
Lexa itched to pick up the transmitter and start a conversation, but what were they going to talk about? Maybe the weather or highway maintenance or… "Break five. Lion cub in Polis County this is VNLexa 630, you got a copy on me?" She heard herself say and her eyes widened as her action sunk in. 'Oh my god.'
Oh Lexa... it's really confusing if your body decides for you what it wants to do, isn't it? :)