"You okay?" Lincoln walked over to Lexa, who was standing knee-deep in the water, arms crossed over her chest, staring at the dark water stretching in front of her.

"I don't know." she replied after a while.

"What happened?" Lincoln stood next to her in the water.

"I don't know." she repeated with a sigh.

"Fair enough." he simply said, put his hands in his pockets and stood there, next to his friend, in silence.

"Octavia seems really nice." Lexa finally said after a few minutes.

"Thank you!" Lincoln replied and then turned to face her. "Clarke seems really nice too." he said and Lexa slowly nodded her head.

"I can't go through this again, Lincoln." she turned and looked at him.

"It's not gonna be the same, Lex."

"Oftentimes it is. You know, with us."

"You did not just play the gay card!" Lincoln raised an eyebrow.

"You know what I mean!"

"Yes, but don't you think stuff like that can happen to anybody?"

"I guess..."

"Okay, so you reckon I should never get another girlfriend, in case she too ends up in a car accident then?"

"You did not just play the dead girlfriend card!" Lexa looked at him in surprise.

"Check mate!" Lincoln said loudly and made a little winner motion with his hand.

"That's chess, idiot. Not cards." Lexa laughed and slapped his hand. Lincoln smiled at her.

"I'm just saying, not all relationships end tragically, you know? I mean, hopefully! For all of our sakes!"

"Yea." Lexa looked back towards the sea. "I'm really proud of you for trying."

"Your turn." Lincoln said and patted Lexa's back softly before heading back to the others.

"What the heck happened? Did I do something wrong?" Clarke asked Octavia when the younger girl sat next to her after Lincoln left to talk to Lexa.

"Not sure what went down. But I don't think you did something."

"So, why'd ya think that Anya chick is looking at me like she wants to play patty cake with my face?" Clarke leaned closer and whispered. "Did Lincoln say anything?"

"He did not. But did you see the way he kissed my cheek before getting up?"

"O., could you talk seriously for like half a second?" Clarke said, bothered.

"Sorry!" Octavia gave her a little hug. "Look, Lincoln did not mention anything, but we all got our issues, right? I'm sure Lexa has hers."

"Yes, but..."

"No buts!" interrupted Octavia. "Unless it is Lincoln's butt. Because that's one nice butt." she continued, grabbing the air with her hands. Clarke smiled.

"No hope!" she shook her head.

"None whatsoever." said Raven, walking behind them. "We talking about Octavia, right?" she tightly hugged the girl who tried to break free but was unsuccessful.

"Let. Go." Octavia hissed between her teeth when she saw Lincoln coming back towards them.

"You afraid hubby's gonna get jealous?" Raven teased.

"No! But your girlfriend might." Octavia shot back and dusted herself off when the other girl let go of her.

"I swear, you two turn into 10-year-old boys every time you get together." Clarke stood between them. "Who am I going to discuss my adult issues with?"

"Lexa!" chanted both of the girls, not too loudly, and then looked at each other and laughed.

"I'm so done!" Clarke said when her friends high-fived each other. She turned to look towards the sea. In the distance, she saw Lexa's figure, standing by the water. She did want to discuss and talk with her but she didn't know how. She wanted to know why there was such sadness in her eyes. Clarke thought back to the moment when she had looked into Lexa's beautiful green eyes, for only a second before Lexa looked to the ground, while they were playing music. She had never before seen such an earthly green colour in someone's eyes. But there was something deaming their light, like a dark mist falling over a forest, not allowing the sunlight through. Clarke wished she knew how to tell her, that a girl like her should never look down.

As if she felt Clarke's stare, Lexa turned to look towards the fire and then slowly made her way back to them. She took a quick look at the different formation of the group; Lincoln had joined Octavia, Raven and Clarke who were standing by the pile of firewood and Anya had sat by Lily and Monty after getting a drink. Lexa turned her attention to the fire. She reckoned it didn't need any more wood for the next ten, maybe fifteen, minutes but she headed towards the pile anyway. She picked up a smaller log and on second thought, put it back down. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Could you help me with this?" she asked Clarke, who was standing there almost holding her breath since Lexa came close, and pointed at the biggest log of the lot.

"Of course!" Clarke replied and they carried the log to the fire. Lincoln followed them with his eyes and smiled softly. He knew how capable to carry that all by herself Lexa actually was, he had seen her carry logs twice as big. She was trying, he thought to himself.

"I don't really know how to do this. Do we just drop it in?" Clarke said, a little anxiously. "I don't want to ruin it."

"Don't worry. Just leave it here and i'll handle it!" Lexa replied. "Thank you for your help." she said seriously once they put the log down by the fire. She then grabbed it, lifted it and carefully positioned it at just the right angle for it to burn slowly.

"Doesn't seen like you really needed it!" Clarke said and then almost immediately regretted the forwardness of her statement. Lexa stayed silent for a while. When she finished handling the fire, she sat by it and looked up at Clarke.

"Thanks anyway." she smiled. Clarke smiled back to her and Lexa felt as if her heart skipped a beat. A feeling she had not felt in so long. She looked at the flames, her stomach suddenly feeling like it had turned upside down. She was scared and vulnerable, two feelings she had vowed to never allow herself to feel again. Love made her weak and she wondered whether it was really all worth it. That is not the way she imagined it should be. Maybe Lincoln was wrong. Maybe it is not the same for everyone. And it didn't have to be a question of gay or straight but rather of people. Maybe love was not for her, maybe to be her meant to be alone. She used to think that being with Costia made her better but really, by the end of it all, she had turned to someone she could barely recognize. Ever since, she felt like she had found the balance between who she used to be before and after Costia. Clarke , in a matter of a few minutes, had made her question everything all over again. She just wanted some peace of mind.

"You look like you need this." a voice brought Lexa back. She looked up to a plastic red cup that Lily was holding out to her. Her eyes shot to where Clarke had been standing moments ago but she was no longer there. She looked back at Lily and took the cup.

"This better be straight gin." she said.

"You know I know you!" Lily sat next to her. "Psychology is NOT one of my two majors, but you look kinda dark. And I'm not talking 'i was born a downer' Anya dark." she said and raised her cup saluting her sister from a distance, only to get an eyeroll as a reply. "Case in point." she whispered and Lexa smiled.

"I'm just... I'm trying to try, you know? But it's hard. And I don't know if I even should..." Lexa mumbled. "Does that make sense?"

"Zero!" replied Lily. "But there was a "trying" somewhere in there and trying is always better than not trying."

"Maybe not always."

"Absolutely always! And that was aliteration. Since English IS one of my two majors." Lily said and laughed when Lexa elbowed her and called her a show-off.

A sudden movement caught their attention. Raven, who had sat back next to Anya, shot off the ground and with an "oh, you are so on!" she started removing her tee and pants. When she had stripped down to her underwear she headed to the shore and with a soft motion removed those as well, before running into the water. Anya followed right behind, doing the exact same thing and before anyone had time to process what was happening, Lily got up and broke the silence.

"Skinny dipping!" she yelled and started removing her clothes, with Lincoln, Octavia and Monty doing the same after exchanging some looks with one another. When they got in the water, Lexa and Clarke were the only ones left by the fire. Clarke stared at Lexa, who after a second looked away from her. Next thing she knew, Clarke got up and headed her way. Just before reaching her, she stopped and took her shirt off, looking at Lexa sideways after doing so. Without saying a word she joined the others in the water, in her underwear.