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It was the third to last day of spring break when Clarke got back from her trip to New York with her mom and Marcus. She'd had a lot of fun, which was slightly surprising, because she thought it would bring up too many bad memories to go back. The last time she'd been in New York was with her dad, about three years earlier.
Marcus was great, though. Clarke was glad that her mom was dating him, because he cared a lot about Clarke, and he cared a lot about Abby as well. Plus, her mom was getting a lot better in general, and was even talking to Clarke about art school. It was incredible.
She'd missed Lexa terribly while she was gone, though. She wasn't used to being apart from her girlfriend for more than a handful of days, if at all, and it was painful to be away for nearly a whole week. It was Friday now, though, and she was back from her trip and ready to surprise Lexa at her house.
She was tired, though, from the trip back, so she decided to go grab coffee for herself. Even though she didn't think Lexa would particularly need it, she decided to get some for her girlfriend as well. She went to the normal coffee place that she usually went to – the one that was about halfway between Lexa and Clarke's houses, and near to the school. It was probably the most perfectly located coffee shop in the area.
She found herself waiting in a line for coffee, which she supposed was unsurprising, since it was a Friday afternoon, and people were probably leaving work and in desperate need of a caffeine boost in order to survive the rest of the night.
Clarke leaned back on her heels a bit, glancing around the shop carelessly as she waited impatiently to get to the front of the line. Finally, she did, and she placed her order before stepping aside to wait for it.
The girl who had been in front of her looked at her with a hazel gaze as Clarke approached the area where people typically waited for their drinks. "I forgot how busy this coffee shop was," the girl said.
Clarke took a moment to realize that the girl was speaking to her, and she tried not to roll her eyes internally. "Yeah, it is."
"I used to live here," the girl commented, though the statement was already obvious based on her previous comment.
"Cool," Clarke said, trying not to sound impatient, though she still was.
"I had a lacrosse tournament over my school's spring break this week. We're leaving tomorrow morning. It's cool to be back, though. Brings back a lot of memories," the girl mused, her voice distant. "This was probably the most interesting place I ever lived. The people were what made it interesting. Would you say there are a lot of interesting people here?"
Clarke shrugged her shoulders, though the girl next to her was starting to draw her suspicions. "I guess."
"Well you ordered two coffees, so surely you're buying for a friend, boyfriend, girlfriend? That must mean some people here are interesting to you," the girl assumed. "Sometimes I miss the people here. I had such a good time with the people I met here. Don't talk to them anymore, though."
"Why not?" Clarke asked, unable to help herself. There was something off about the girl next to her.
The girl smiled, the opposite expression of what one would expect from someone talking about her lack of communication with her old friends. She ran her hand through her sandy colored hair. "People don't miss me when I leave. They'd rather forget about me. There was a girl. I know she didn't forget about me."
Clarke felt her heart freeze in her chest. "Why's that?"
"She couldn't," the girl answered. "I was her everything. It was so sweet, being that to someone. But I had to leave, you know? Can't help that my dad changes work sites all the time. Not to mention, things like that don't last forever, anyway. It was all good fun."
"Can't imagine why," Clarke muttered sarcastically, because this was without a doubt who she thought it was.
"You okay there?" the girl asked, smirking at Clarke.
Clarke bit down on her tongue to keep from speaking about Lexa. Eva didn't deserve to know anything about Lexa anymore. Lexa was not Eva's plaything, or anyone's plaything for that matter. "Fine."
A drink order was called out, and the girl with hazel eyes and sandy hair grabbed her drink from the barista. "Thank you," she said to him with a wink, drawing a blush out of the guy who was probably about her age. She turned back to Clarke, her drink in hand. "It was nice talking to you, stranger."
The girl tucked some of her hair behind her ear and then began out of the coffee shop.
Clarke bit down on her tongue, because she shouldn't say anything.
"Hey, wait," Clarke called, aware that her tone was hostile. The girl froze, and then turned around to face her, a perfectly drawn on eyebrow raised high. Her expression had gone from sweet to threatening in half a second, but Clarke was hardly intimidated. "You better not come back here again. You've inadvertently made a lot of enemies."
The girl seemed to realize suddenly that Clarke had some connection to Lexa, and her threatening expression wavered slightly as hints of fear showed through instead. She sized up the blonde in front of her, and then turned around, continuing her path out of the coffee shop.
Clarke didn't want to tell Lexa who she'd seen at the coffee shop that day, because it was their first day back together, and they had far more important things to do, like talk, and kiss, and cuddle, and some other stuff as well.
But it was bothering her to the point that she was physically nervous, and Lexa noticed easily, questioning her.
When Clarke told Lexa, she had half expected her girlfriend to have a panic attack, and half expected her to just close up entirely.
Instead, Lexa took in a breath that was only slightly strained, and then said, "Well... fuck her." Clarke had still been worried that Lexa would be really upset, until the brunette also added, "And she's right. Things like that don't last forever. Things like this, however..." Lexa straddled Clarke on her bed suddenly, leaning down and stealing a deep kiss from the blonde, before whispering against her lips, "Things like this do last forever."
XOX
The following day, Octavia dragged their whole group out to the arcade during the middle part of the day. Their group had grown significantly throughout the last couple of months. Bellamy had incorporated his new girlfriend, Echo. Finn had brought in his new girlfriend, Sarah. Raven had gotten to Wick to join their outings on occasion, though his age difference made it slightly harder for him to group the same way. Lincoln was obviously included now, as well as a couple of his friends. Jasper had added his girlfriend Maya, as well. During their giant outing to the arcade, Monty made a comment to Clarke about being the last one single, and she just laughed and told him that he would find his person, because obviously, he would.
Clarke had been wondering why Octavia had planned an early outing, up until it ended and Lexa announced that she had a surprise for Clarke.
Nearer to the center city, there were plenty of nice places to go out on dates. Lexa brought Clarke to one of those places – a nice restaurant that was nearly an hour into the city. It was there that Lexa told Clarke that she was thinking about getting a job at her old dance studio over the summer and throughout senior year, and then after Clarke got excited for her, she thanked the blonde, though Clarke wasn't sure for what.
After their dinner, Lexa drove Clarke to a different area of the city, leaving her clueless until they pulled up in front of a hotel. It looked kind of big and expensive, and Clarke didn't know whether to question its cost or not.
She ended up choosing not, because she knew that Lexa's family had money. She would be all pokey about it the following day, but she couldn't interrupt this night.
The hotel room that Lexa brought her to had already been checked into, and Lexa had definitely gone to some work to prepare it. The lights were dimmed in the room, made more dramatic by the darkening sky outside. There was champagne sitting on the table between the beds, and Clarke couldn't even question how Lexa had obtained it. She didn't really care, as long as her girlfriend didn't get arrested.
Possibly what was most spectacular about it were the flowers – scattered across the room in little pots or even just sitting freely. They were white, some slightly yellow in the middle, and small. They smelled amazing, and she felt like she'd seen them somewhere before, but she made no significant connection, and ended up brushing it off.
They spent their night talking, about their future, about their pasts, about any and everything that came to their minds. They talked for hours, and then fell asleep for a while, and woke up at the unfamiliar sounds of the city outside the hotel.
When they were awake again, neither of them fell back asleep.
Instead, Clarke whispered quietly, "I thought you'd be more upset about Eva yesterday." She only brought it up because it had been pecking at her thoughts since the previous day.
"I don't know what I was supposed to feel," Lexa admitted. "I've already felt pain and sadness from her. All I feel toward her now is anger, but even then, how can I be very angry? She's out of my life, and I have you. You are so much more important than she ever was, or ever will be."
Clarke cuddled further into her girlfriend. "Do you really think we'll last forever?"
"I'd like to have you forever," Lexa answered quietly. "Why? You don't think so?"
"No, I do think we can," Clarke agreed. "I love you so much, you know?"
"I did know, actually," Lexa teased softly, and Clarke smiled as she inhaled the familiar scent of her girlfriend. "Wanna know something cool?" Clarke nodded. "You know the flowers all over the room? They're Jasmine flowers. I got them at this little flower shop, and they had this Chinese lullaby... or... poem thing attached to them. It was in Chinese, but I Googled it. It translated basically into...
"Oh, how beautiful the Jasmine Flower,
"Fragrant flowers filled the air,
"Beautiful blossoms everywhere,
"Choose a blossom white and pure,
"Give to the one that you adore.
She let out a light breath and then paused, to indicate that the poem was over. "And well... I adore you, so," Lexa finished cheekily.
Clarke let out a light laugh. "You're so cute, Lexa."
"The flower is supposed to represent love and sensuality, too," Lexa continued, though Clarke was sure that her cheeks were slightly pink from the compliment. They always were. "Also, their scent is supposed to be really nice for sleeping."
"They smell really good," Clarke agreed, giggling at how adorable her girlfriend was.
"What's even funnier about it is that in Chinese, the flower is called Molihua. Which, as I recalled later, is the name of that one song I told you about a long time ago," Lexa explained. "That song used to get me through really bad nights, because it was just so soft and sweet sounding. It helps me sleep, kinda like the flower is supposed to."
Clarke pulled slightly away from her girlfriend so that she could make eye contact with her girlfriend, who smiled softly.
"I think it's a sign."
"Oh yeah?" Clarke asked, smiling lightly.
Lexa nodded. "When I read the lullaby's translation in English, I thought of you. When I listen to the song, I feel peace. When I see the flower, I think of you, and feel happy, and kind of sleepy – and you always kind of feel sleepy, so that reminds me of you too."
"You're actually such a dork," Clarke murmured, grinning at the brunette laying next to her. "And I love you so much."
"I just wanted you to know that I love you... and that you make me happy and peaceful... and nothing else matters when I'm with you, because everything is okay when you're here."
"Same," Clarke said quietly, but if she had wanted to say anything else, she wouldn't have been able to, because her lips were joined with Lexa's.
A song of a flower of love and peace and sleep in their thoughts, they were soon lulled into sleep alongside one another. All of the struggle and the pain and the stress of the past gone, and questioning of the future unnecessary, because they were together and everything was perfect in that moment, and that was all that mattered.
And there we have it! :) The end of Molihua - my first Clexa story ever!
Reading the reviews from the last few chapters, I just need to say that I'm sooooo grateful that you've all enjoyed this ride. :) There are always a few things I aim to do when I write a new story. I always want to make it better written and planned than my previous stories, I want it to reach as many people as possible, and I want to make it different than the expected Clexa fanfiction. From what you all have said, I believe that I have done these things, and so I am completely content with ending this. On one hand, I hate ending stories, but on the other, it's such a nice feeling. It's nice to know that I've successfully completed something that hundreds of people have enjoyed, and that I can now take time to work on another one to do the same thing.
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