So I know absolutely nothing about the modelling industry, but I do know fashion show week in New York is usually in February, however for my story to work it's during the summer, so try not to hold it against me
People who reviewed on the last chapter, I've replied; you can find the comments after the chapter.
Four years later...
Lexa exits the airport terminal with a crowd of people from her flight. She looks around seeing people reunite with their loved ones; a sad smile grows on her face. The brunette deeply sighs, as the nerves of her visit sit heavily on her chest.
Once she makes it outside, she walks over to a taxi, who rolls his window down.
"Queen's Gallery; on fifth avenue please." She informed.
He nodded with a smile. "Let me help you with your suitcase." The bald headed man got out of the car and put the case in the trunk before getting back in.
Lexa enter the taxi while searching through her bag, when an idea popped into her head. "Scratch that. Do you know any floral shops nearby first?"
"I got the perfect place." The cab driver smiled into the rear mirror, before switching them to the road, as he pulled off. "Surprising someone?"
Lexa tightly smiled, she hates making small talk.
"Yes I am" was all she offered in response.
"Not much of a talker, huh? He laughed.
"I'm sorry." Lexa replied sheepishly
"No, don't apologise. It's fine."
The silence hung in the air, which made Lexa's body twitch in discomfort. She went to open her mouth several times, but the words never left her mouth. She gave up and decided to look out the window, she was finally in New York; a smile absentmindedly crept on to her face, as thoughts of her girlfriend crossed her mind. She was ready to talk.
"I haven't been- a very good girlfriend lately; hence the flowers." She grinned awkwardly
The cab driver's eyes snapped up at the rear view mirror, as he heard the brunette's voice, darting them back to the road a second later.
"I'm sure you'll be forgiven but flowers are always a nice touch. At least that's what my wife says." He smiled through his laughter.
"Hmm, I took an earlier flight than planned." Lexa was stiff with her words; she knew why she hated small talk; it's because she's terrible at it. She always caused an awkward atmosphere.
"Well i bet the person you're surprising will be-" He paused suddenly not knowing what to say, the words that left his mouth made him feel stupid. "-well surprised." He chuckled; the tension was obviously getting to him too.
"I hope so." She smiled sadly.
The driver glanced at her one more time, but he knew not to press; she was already in her own world watching the scenery outside the window. They rode the rest of the way in silence.
Xx
Clarke sighed heavily; feeling the relief of her weight being off her feet, as she slumped into her comfy chair near her work station. It has been a long day already, and the clock is yet to strike noon. Her internship challenged her greatly, having 5am starts. There had even been days where she was called back in; not getting home till the early hours off the morning. The blonde wouldn't dare complain to anyone; she knew what a rare opportunity it was to be working for Nia Queen. She is one of the hottest fashion designers in the business after all. Clarke hopes it will give her the experience to help her to achieve her dream, in owning her own company one day. Besides is not always like this, but with fashion show week being less than a week away, there were a lot of things to do.
Clarke glanced at her father's watch: it wasn't the latest design causing glares from certain people in the workplace. But those looks weren't worth the blonde's time to process or to show she cared; the item had real value to her and not just some price tag to wave around.
She groaned, knowing she only had a small break before heading back into the chaos. They were practicing the runway schedule; making sure the models knew what order they would go in, with their assigned clothing from Nia's collection
Clarke hummed soothingly, feeling her eyelids becoming too heavy to keep open; she didn't bother putting up a fight, she gave into her body's demand.
Just as they were about to close, she heard someone frantically barge through the door.
"Clarke! Nia is going to fire me, and if you're fired by the Queen herself your career is officially over. I've been a model since I was six years old. I love my job! You have to help me Clarke." The tall blonde cried out.
"Niylah calm down, what happened?" Clarke internally groaned, once the weight was back on her feet.
"I was practicing my walk for the rehearsal in the changing area and then I accidently stepped on it. I've ruined a $60,000 dress!" The model's eyes were wide with fear, as she showed Clarke the damaged.
"Ni-" Clarke was cut off immediately.
"Oh god, it's not fixable, is it? I'm so fired" Niylah exasperated
"Calm do—"
"What the hell am I going to? I've only ever wanted to do modelling"
"Niylah!" Clarke flicked her forehead, to snap her out of her rant.
"Oww! What the hell, Clarke?" The tall blonde rubbed the area that was hit.
"Listen to me before that vein pops out of your head. It's an easy fix."
Niylah felt relieve wash over her. "Seriously?"
"Nia Queen will never know, I promise. I need you take your dress off now." Clarke prompted turning around preparing her sewing machine.
A cocky smirked corrupted the model's face. "I wished this would have happened sooner."
"What?" Clarke questioned; not turning around, as she sorted out the equipment she needed.
"Well it took nearly a month to get you, to get me out of my clothes, and now here you are just demanding it." She laughed.
"Niylah" She gently warned, while she blushed. Clarke still had the scratches on her back from the after party the other night.
"You make it too easy." Niylah grinned; she loved how easy it was, to make the blonde's face turn red. It became one of her favourite things to do.
Clarke has always had a competitive side, she wasn't going to back down; she was never going to allow the model to think she got the better of her.
The intern swayed her hips, as she walked towards the blonde in a sultry manner. She wrapped her arms around Niylah, abruptly pulling her closer to her body. She immediately saw the model's cocky demeanour diminish into thin air.
Clarke felt Niylah's shaky breath on her lips; she glanced down at them before flickering her blue eyes to meet hazel. It was the younger girl's turn to wear the proud smirk, she could see Niylah was about to break.
As on queue the model went to lean forward to capture the lips, she finds herself daydreaming about. To her disappointment she felt Clarke pull back, and with that movement Niylah's $60,000 dress fell to the floor.
Clarke's laughter interrupted the silence in the room. She knew it was cruel, but if the model could see her face; she would laugh too, the adorable pout she was wearing on her lips.
The blue-eyed blonde placed a kiss on Niylah's cheek, whilst handing her a robe. "I'm sorry, but Nia will be arriving any second now and this was her favourite dress from the collection, so I need to get to work."
"Why didn't you say something earlier!? How long will it take?" The blonde squealed out in fear; stepping out of the dress and practically throwing it at the younger woman, like it was a ticking time bomb.
The model's heart rate starting racing for a different reason; when she saw Clarke suck her lips into her mouth, as blue eyes roamed her body. In one drawn out movement Niylah put on the robe, not missing the tension that filled the air.
Clarke cleared her throat, hoping to diffuse the thoughts that were corrupting her mind; she laughed at Niylah's change of behaviour whenever Nia was mentioned. Her laughter came to an abrupt stop when she noticed something; causing a frown to take over her features.
"What are they?" she spoke; pointing at the model's feet.
"The reason I'm in this mess. I don't know why they selected these shoes to go with that dress."
"They didn't. Where did you get them from? Why didn't Ontari notice this before?" Clarke snapped
"She was the one that gave them to me; said they look super cute with that dress." Niylah mocked the brunette's voice.
"Tell me she didn't?" Clarke buried her forehead in her hand, rubbing it slowly where the headache had started to form.
Niylah nodded in confirmation causing a growl to form in the younger blonde's throat.
Ontari made Clarke's blood boil. The blonde worked tirelessly to get this once in a life opportunity; interning for the famous Nia Queen. She literally poured her heart and soul into her work to get noticed by the fashion designer, and it paid off. However Ontari got it handed to her on a silver-platter, being Nia's favourite niece and all. She didn't even seem interested in fashion, she just made Clarke's job twice as harder.
"Please make sure you tell Ontari, to give you the pair Nia specifically selected to go with this piece."
"Will do boss, and Clarke." Niylah stepped forward invading her personal space. "I wonder how I'm going to repay you for saving my job." She smirked leaning down to the younger girl's lips giving them a ghostly kiss, before confidently walking out the room with her newfound boldness.
Clarke bit her bottom lip, watching the model exiting the door; before shaking her head, as she laughed to release the tension in her body. The blonde made her way towards her sewing machine.
"I still don't know why my mother hired you?" A laughter erupted by the door. "You're quite the distraction to her models."
"You would know" Clarke jokingly winked at the beautiful brunette leaning against the door. "What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were going to your gallery today?"
"I was supposed to, but then one of the models has pulled out of the show unexpectedly." There was tone in her voice that Clarke couldn't quite decipher.
"Yeah I heard about that, but I thought Nia found—" Clarke rambled on, but then everything started to click into place. "You're the replacement."
"I think my mom is trying her best to make sure my gallery, doesn't have an opening day. Who knows maybe she will save me the embarrassment of having a failed business" She sadly scoffed.
"Costia, I've seen your artwork; you're so talented, you've already accomplished so much. Please do not wafer now, when you are so close to reaching your dreams. You need to put yourself first for a change, just tell Nia no next time."
Costia's half-hearted smile soon changed to an amused one, with her eyebrows rising for effect "You trying telling the Ice Queen no."
"Ssshh don't let her hear you call her that. It's bad enough the models call her that behind her back." Clarke smiled
"Where do you think they got the nickname from? I pretty sure they were my first words." Costia smirked proudly.
"You're so bad." The blonde snickered, as she evaluated the dress.
"So I've been told." She shrugged casually.
Costia soon found herself staring at Clarke who made her way behind her sewing machine; the blonde grabbed her framed glasses from their case, finding it hard to focus on the fabric that was in her hand.
Blue eyes looked up at the brunette who'd become oddly silence.
Costia cleared her throat, but what she desperately wanted to do; was to break the tension that just occurred in her body, she doesn't know why she just zoned out. She has seen Clarke in her glasses before, but this time she couldn't tear her hazel eye's away from the attractive blonde.
"I was going to rescue you from this circus act, and take you to lunch. You look like you could do with the break. Plus I'm starving" The brunette moaned
"I would love nothing more, but I have a million and one things to do; including fixing this dress before Nia gets here."
"I don't know if you know this, but I know your boss. I'll just tell her I kidnapped you. But first, you really do need to fix that dress that was the ice queen favourite dress; heads will roll if you don't do your magic on it." Costia walked over the ruined dress, putting her finger through the ripped fabric
"Okay, you twisted my arm. If Nia asks I put up a hell of fight." Clarke laughed; flickering the brunette's finger out of the way.
Costia grinned. "You got yourself a deal, Griffin."
Xx
"Here you go; Queen's Gallery on fifth avenue."
Lexa's chest felt hollow, her heart had sunk deep into her body. The fast vibrations of her heartbeat echoed through her every neuron; causing goose-bumps to spread like wildfire on her body. She breathed deeply through her nasal cavity and released the rapid building tension in her chest with the nervy breathe that left her lips.
The driver noticed the brunette's hesitation to get out of the car.
"You're going to be fine, just remember to give the flowers then the apology. I've learnt it's always best to show them first, always puts them in a better mood."
Lexa smiled. "Thanks for the advice, it's good to know." She looked at the meter, pulling at her purse, handing him the cash with a nice tip. "I suppose it's now or never." She took a deep breath before stepping out of the taxi.
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye, thanks for everything." She nodded with a warming smile.
The brunette was now left standing with the luggage at her feet once the cab had left; she smiled proudly at her girlfriend's building, she has accomplished so much. A twinge of guilt poked through the happiness that was once displayed a moment ago, when Lexa's mind come to a realisation; she wasn't here to see it.
That's the problem with long distance relationships; you tend to miss out on important things. There was no excuse though; people in the world are separated by countries and ungodly time zones; Lexa was only separated by four hours and it's been almost seven months since she last saw her girlfriend. The brunette was on her own driven path to reach her dreams, she took studying and exams very seriously, always shutting down her girlfriend's plea to come visit her in New York. Lexa efforts achieved her to finish top of her class, which is one of the reasons she has come to New York, she has been invited to act, as an personal assistant to the top-leading surgeons across the states, allowing the chosen few to learn from them; to sit in on their lecturers to get experience on what it's takes to become a successful surgeon, before they start Medical School.
Mindlessly caught up in her thoughts, she didn't realise the banner that said 'opening soon' splashed across one of the windows. She tries the door, but it's locked. The brunette rings the bell, but no one answers.
She frustratingly turns around looking at the crowd of people and traffic filter through the streets. Lexa curses under her breath; this is why she hates surprises they never go according to plan.
The brunette grabs her phone out of her bag, scrolling through her contacts before hitting the call button.
"Hey, this is Costia. Sorry-"
Lexa buried her head into her hand; she had heard this voicemail message many times to be fooled by it.
She growled; really hating the idea that popped into her head. She dialled another number.
"Hello, Nia Queen's office. Please hold-"
"No wait." Lexa pleaded, but the holding tone evaded her ears. She released a frustrated cry from her throat, she hanged up the call. It would be quicker to go the Queen's Headquarters than wait on hold.
"Taxi" The brunette yelled; her arm stretch in the air to get their attention.
Xxx
An hour and half later Lexa ended up at Skylight Clarkson Square on Washington Street, the venue where Fashion Show Week was being held. She sighed heavily when she saw security detail outside of the building, like she hasn't had to jump through enough hoops today.
One of the security guards steps away from his post, making his way towards her. "Do you have your access I.D card?"
"No I don't have an access i.D"
"Then I'm sorry, I can't let you in ma'am, this is a private event." He informed; signalling her to leave the way she came.
Lexa let out a strangled laugh, the man looked back at the young security guard still at his post with a look to suggest this girl is bat-shit crazy.
"Why am I not surprised? It's like the universe is punishing me for something." She looked at the man who looked very confused, so she continued." If you even knew what kind of day I've had so far, just to find my girlfriend? She told me that she has been working at her Gallery, because she has this big opening day to organise. So you can imagine that was my first stop, but god forbid she would be there when I visit her after seven months. So I do the unthinkable and phone her mother's headquarters to find out where she was. I wanted to keep the surprise alive, you know; but I got put on hold. So I decide to just go to Nia Queen's office, only to be told that both Nia and Costia were here; another thirty minutes' of awkward talking to the cab driver. Then I get here, and I hit another obstacles. So I would really appreciate it, if you would just let me in the building; someone in there can verify who I am." Lexa exasperated her short winded story.
"You're Lexa Woods. We were told to expect you." The security guard perked up.
"I should have introduced who I was first, instead of bombarding you with all of that." Lexa smiled sheepishly.
The man smiled "Murphy will escort you to reception."
"Thank you."
Xx
"I'm sorry Miss Woods, but Costia is not here at the moment, she went out for lunch."
Lexa wanted to hit her head against the wall; this was getting beyond ridiculous now.
"I'll show you to her assigned dressing room, you can wait for her there; she should be back soon."
The brunette gave a weak smile. "That would be great thank you."
Lexa only wait another fifteen minutes when the door to the dressing room opened, and there she was finally face to face with her girlfriend.
"Lex" Costia beamed with joy. The happiness in her voice made it harder for Lexa to stay in her negative mood, but the excitement/ nerves in her body had deflated after the afternoon from hell. "I thought you were in Alaska for two more days."
"I took an earlier flight. These were in better condition." Lexa said sadly; as she lifted the bunch of flowers of the sofa, as she made her way towards the hazel-eyed beauty. "I went to your gallery first, but it was closed. Nia's third, or maybe fourth assistant told me you were here."
"Yeah, Nia asked me to model for her latest collection for fashion week." Costia informed warily; her girlfriend's tone wasn't a happy one.
Lexa sighed heavily; she should be wrapped up in her girlfriend's arms, instead she knows what direction this conversation is going in.
"I saw your gallery Costia, it's amazing what you've achieved, why are you allowing her to drag you back into that world." A tone of disappointment radiated of each word spoken, something her girlfriend picked up on.
"She's not doing anything to me, a model pulled out and she needed me to step in." Costia defended. "And what do you mean by 'that world'."
"The constant after parties, I don't even need to be there to know how out of control they can get. I still remember the drunken calls and the time you missed our Skype dates because you were too hangover." Lexa argued back.
"It's called having fun Lexa! Maybe if you got your head out of a textbook and actually lived a little, you might have some of your own." The venom that was spat in her words dissipated quickly, her face immediately showed shame at her outburst.
"Lex—"
"I didn't come here to fight with you." Lexa interrupted
"I know, I don't want to fight either. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Costia placed the flowers on the table, before rubbing her hands up her girlfriend's arms.
"Yes you did." Lexa nodded sadly. "And you're right; I haven't had any fun for a while, but I'm in New York now. Maybe you can show me?" A half smile grew on her face, as she shrugged at the suggestion.
Costia stepped closer to her girlfriend and engulfed her in desperate hug. "I didn't mean it; I know how important becoming a surgeon is to you. Whenever it comes to my mother we always argue and I'm tired of it. I haven't seen you in seven months and the first thing we do is argue." She moved to rest her head against the brunette's. "I've missed you." She barely whispered.
A smile reached Lexa's face, as she moved her lips onto Costia's. "I missed you too."
"Thank you for the flowers, they're beautiful." The hazel eyed beauty compliments, as she cupped her girlfriend's face. Before she could make contact with them again; someone barged in like they owned the place.
"Costia, what were you thinking-" A sharp featured woman started to complain, when she realised what she walked in on. "Lexa? Well this is a surprise; I didn't know you were coming to New York." The woman spoke monotonously.
"It's nice to see you too, Nia." Lexa musters up the energy to put on fake smile, but her voice matches Nia's.
Nia gives a wicked smile, before turning her attention to her daughter.
"Since you decided to steal my number one intern for nearly an hour and a half on an impromptu lunch, we are behind schedule. So can you please hurry up and get to dress rehearsals."
"Mom that poor girl needed a break, she has been working her ass; I didn't give her a choice, so if you're looking for someone to blame."
The older woman was quick to stick up her index finger to silence her daughter. "I'm not here to place blame, just need you to get to rehearsals."
"So Ontari is enjoying her internship?" Lexa spoke to Costia
A devil grin corrupted Nia's sharp features.
"Oh no dear, as much as love my niece; she is not my number one. This is another intern. She's extremely talented for her age, and pretty too. Maybe you should stay and watch the dress rehearsals. Your more than welcome."
Lexa bit her tongue, she knew exactly what this evil witch was doing, and she will be damned, if she lets her get a satisfactory pleasure from it.
"I would love too." She replied with a fake smile.
Xx
"I expected the stage to be bigger." Lexa voiced; staring at the hectic scene before her. There was a team of professional's accessible lightening equipment in the room, as well chair organising and reserving each one with a name.
"You'll be surprised by how many people say that, but trust me when you do the catwalk; it feels like you're walking forever."
"I think I would run the opposite away, I couldn't have all that attention on me." The brunette shivered at the thought.
"It's a shame though; you would make an amazing model with your jawline." Costia smiles, as she runs a finger along Lexa's jaw. "Your beautiful green eyes." The brunette's index finger moved to tuck a piece of her girlfriend's hair behind her ear; staring into those captivating green orbs. "Your long tanned legs; I really am the lucky one, huh?" She laughs cupping Lexa's face. "You're stunning."
"You're not so bad yourself." Lexa replies hoarsely; leaning in to close the gap between them, barely centimetres away when a very loud repetitive sound jumped them apart.
Nia walked into the room, slapping her hands together repeatedly to get the attention of the workers.
"I need this room cleared for an hour for dress rehearsals." She commanded
"The Ice Queen has impeccable timing as ever." Lexa groaned.
Costia nudged her playfully; placing a kiss on her cheek. When she pulled away she saw Clarke enter the room with her glasses on.
"Babe, I want you to meet someone." Costia beamed, as she grabbed her girlfriends hand to guide her the way.
"Griff" she shouted.
Clarke turned around, the gleeful smile that was prominent on her face, evaporated when she come face to face with the brunette that broke her heart; in more ways than one.
"I want to introduce you to someone. This is my girlfriend-" Costia happily vocalized; before she was cut off.
"Lexa" Clarke's breathed hitched as she spoke, causing the last syllable to roll her tongue for a second longer.
Lexa furrowed in confusion for a split second, her head slighting turning, as she took in the beautiful blonde in front of her. She did look familiar, but no identification was made in her mind. She stepped closer to the girl, getting a better look at her; there's no way she could forget a face like that. When her green eyes met blue, she didn't expecting the weight that came crashing down on her chest, she recognised that pained look in those ocean blue eyes, it was burned in the back of her mind since she saw it last.
"Clarke." She breathed out
"You know each other?" Costia glance back and forth between the two girls.
Firstly Clarke noticed the guilt that corrupted Lexa's green orbs, as she stared wide eyed at the blonde. She saw the brunette disguise her surprise with a stoic look, but she never was able to fool Clarke with her façades. Secondly this was the first time that Clarke experience the human instinct to fight or flight in four years. She knew when she was younger that she had a tendency to run away from her feelings, her problems in general. But a lot had changed in that time; she became a fighter, she always stood her ground, but it became a surprise to her when her fourteen year old self was screaming at her to run, as fast as her legs would carry her. So when she tried to follow her inner instinct to run, her feet betrayed her; remaining firmly on the ground, as her eyes were lost in those green ones.
And lastly Clarke quickly became aware of how much time had passed of her and Lexa just staring at each other without a word being said, the painfully growing tension only getting worse was being witness by Costia.
"Um- Lexa and I went to the same high school together, my mum actually hired her to become my sitter, when my-" Clarke briefly paused; mentally changing the original sentence in her head; something that didn't go unnoticed by Lexa. "-when my mom worked the night shifts."
"Oh my god, Clarke!" Costia beamed; the way she pronounced the blonde's name, as if it had a different meaning now.
Clarke was surprised by the outburst; clearly the brunette knew something she didn't. She stole a glance at Lexa who closed her eyes briefly, as if she was in pain; her knuckles turning white from hands gripping tightly.
"Lexa told me a lot about you, when we first started speaking over the Harvard chat. It all makes sense now." Costia laughed amusingly, clearly not noticing Clarke's façade deteriorating rapidly, as it all come crashing to a halt.
"Cos—" Lexa finally spoke
"The half-naked girl I walked in on, that was you." Clarke's voice was small and vulnerable, but then Lexa noticed something switched in those blue eyes. "Sorry about that." She croaked out a laugh.
"What a small world, huh?" the hazel eyed brunette bellowed, engulfing Clarke in a hug. "I can't believe that was you, I hope I didn't scar you for life with my body" she winked
"You wished. I was actually embarrassed that night. I just wanted to give Lexa her present, I-I never expected—" Clarke tried to keep up pretences, but it was becoming difficult with every word she spoke. She cursed herself, she thought she got over the heartache of that night, but after seeing Lexa; it was like she was fourteen again.
"You know she never opened that present; still sits on the top of her wardrobe, at her parent's house." Costia informed; nudging her girlfriend playfully.
Lexa couldn't make eye contact with Clarke, when she saw how fast blue wanted to meet green. This situation was becoming uncomfortable for the brunette, but not because of the awkward tension that was suffocating the air. However more to do with the innocent blue eyed woman, who was fighting to keep up a smokescreen, but with every word Costia spoke, it seemed to dissipate piece by piece.
Clarke opened her mouth; somehow summoning the strength to actually talk to the ever so silent Lexa, when a voice broke her concentration.
"Cos, can you get back stage, before Auntie's head explodes. You need to get changed for dress rehearsals." Ontari moaned
She didn't answer her, quickly turning back to the two girls.
"That's my cue, maybe we can go out for drinks later? Catch up properly" Costia proposed; giving a quick kiss to Lexa's cheek.
Clarke bit the inside of her cheek, whilst nodding in acceptance.
"Great." Lexa gritted through her teeth.
Once her girlfriend disappeared behind stage, the brunette found her voice.
"Clarke, I'm so sorry."
"For what?" Clarke baited; her tone was unreadable. "For leaving my fourteen year old self crying on a porch, or for promising me that you wouldn't leave me."
Lexa was caught off guard; her lips parted slightly not knowing what to say to the outburst. The words weren't laced with venom; they seemed hollow in context. The brunette locked eyes with blue ones again, but couldn't keep eye contact; she was ashamed of herself. Just as the English language was forming in her mind, the blonde spoke again.
"It was a long time ago. It was a silly crush okay?" Clarke began, but in the words she just spoke; she wondered if she was trying to convince the little girl that remained inside of her. "It's a cliché to fall in love with the sitter, right? Like a rite of passage to adulthood." The blonde laughed nervously.
"Love?" Lexa barely whispered, but Clarke heard it; her laughing comes to an abrupt stop.
Crap!
Sorry for the huge wait. I suck I know, but finally the jump is here. I struggled deeply with this chapter; there were so many different directions this could have gone in, so I just settled with this one before my head exploded, so in all honesty not my greatest chapters. So my apologies for that.
Let me know what you think.
My reply to comments
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Clarke will try and force everything down, so you can expect some cold, distant and reckless behaviour because there's only so much than she can take. Thanks for the review, sorry for the delay.
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I will eventually make it up to you with a happy clexa ending . Yes I thought it was the perfect time to do the jump, so im glad you agree. You continuous support means a lot, thank you.
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I'm sorry guest, I will make it up to you.
Emma0605
Thanks for the review. You're right, Clarke won't be pining for Lexa, because she's too busy dealing with the resurfaced feeling of heartbreak etc, so it will make her cold towards Lexa. She will try and push everything down, as if it didn't happen. Which isn't the best way to cope!
We all fall here
The four year jump is here! I really do appreciate your support and investment in my story, even when it doesn't seem good to your health! There will be a happy ending, just the journey to that will take time, sorry about that
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Sorry to keep you waiting guest reader, thanks for your support to my story, means a lot.