She'd been in Polis for five days now. She sat on the edge of her balcony, looking out over the city. She was too high up to see exactly what the people were doing, but she watched them all the same. Once the people packed up their stalls to go home for the night, her eyes moved to watch the sun set. It was a calming sight, and allowed Clarke to clear her mind. She did a lot of thinking during those five days. After spending nearly three months pushing everything to the back of her mind, it was therapeutic to get all her thinking done at once.
She knew deep in her heart that she didn't hate Lexa. She hated her decision, even if it was the right one to make. There were many things that Clarke hated. She hated them with a burning passion. Most of all, she hated herself. She hated the decisions she had made, she hated that she was still blaming another person for her own decisions. Even though she knew she had already forgiven that person. On the surface though, she wasn't ready to let go.
She'd been in Polis for eight days now. She forgot how much she hated. Instead, her heart shined through. She sat on the railing of her balcony, her feet dangling over the edge. She felt free. Hate weighed her down. Now she felt as though she could fly. She wouldn't though, not when the person who showed her to love kept her grounded. Kept her alive. Kept her wanting to live.
She was free.
A/N: I felt like I should write something. I've spent the past couple days just curled up on my couch. The sudden weather change has made me sorta lazy. I spent all my free time attempting to tan on my balcony. (I slightly succeeded).