First, so sorry for the delay before this update. This is the last chapter and it is more of an epilogue than the continuation of the previous chapter.

I was not much motivated to this finish this story because I felt that I had written all I wanted to express, that I liberated everything I needed to.

So I had the choice between writing a long chapter tying everything neatly that would have probably been horrible because of my lack of motivation, or a smaller chapter that I would genuinely enjoy writing. I went with the second option.

So I hope you enjoy the major fluff in here because if you've stuck with me until today, you totally deserve a break from the angst.

Let the song "In Our Own Worlds" by Jamie Lawson be played loudly because it is PERFECT.

In our own world

It took simply a day for them to reacquaint with one another in the intimacy of a private room, door locked, lights dimmed, sheets discarded and clothes thrown in disarray. The walls were the only witnesses of the way Clarke slowly explored Lexa's body, first with her hands and then with her mouth, guided by incomprehensible murmurs and shaky breaths, by fingers pulling her golden hair and hips jerking at the right amount of pressure. The bed was the only judge present to hear Lexa's need for release, her objections to Clarke's torturous slow pace and her lustful moans that resulted from the satisfaction of her blazing ache. They mapped each other's body with the same rush, the same delicacy and the same greedy appetite.

More than once, Lexa had to beg for Clarke to touch her and more than once, Clarke had enjoyed teasing her lover a bit too much. They cursed too many times and the profanities acted like an aphrodisiac on them. The constant touches were never sweet enough, never slow enough, never hard enough, never enough. They craved more and more and more than the other could ever give them, and at the same time, they felt overwhelmed by the sensations running through their limbs, as if everything was too intense for them to bear.

The taste they shared exploded in their mouths. The sounds elicited seemed to come from too far away. They were hypnotized by the beauty offered to them. Clarke was paralyzed by the sight of Lexa reaching her climax as she was deep inside her, and Lexa was floored by the sensations as her girlfriend shamelessly rode her face. And when they reached the third round without any energy left, they still managed to find more and make love until they both passed out. When Clarke woke up, her whole body was sore but that didn't prevent her from going through every inch of Lexa's skin again.

It took a week for things to stop being horribly awkward between the two of them. At first, Clarke always tried to protect Lexa from everything and everyone, fearing the woman might leave again. She knew she wouldn't, but it was stronger than her. The biting guilt had chosen her heart to hunt and she was convinced she had pushed Lexa too far, despite what the other woman persisted to claim. She tried to apologize to Lexa way too many times, in thousands of different ways. She ignored all the signals and offered Lexa money to fly away, unaware that this would spark another fight between them.

Gone was the burning passion, replaced by anger. The lack of communication was the main enemy here, but they didn't realize it until the storm was over. Clarke apologized again and Lexa's icy glare shut her down. They weren't sure what they were angry at, themselves, the world or the fact that they had wasted too much time apart already. Perhaps it was the simple fact that they had to learn to know each other again, but this time in a very specific situation.

Routine. A mortal poison to most relationships.

They had to learn to know each other again without the grandiose sights around them, without the Seven Wonders of the World displaying before their eyes, without the unexpected and the mind-blowing mysteries Earth had to offer them. They had to go through boring Mondays and painfully long Fridays before the weekends. They had to go through the struggle of normal ordinary couples, like buying food that both pleased them because they were so often at each other's place that they almost lived together already.

And when they finally managed to make it work, there was still something off.

Maybe it was in the way Clarke's mother looked at Lexa like she knew of her connection to Wells. Maybe it was in the way Clarke's friends never seemed to completely erase the tiny shadow of judgement from their eyes when they saw Lexa. Maybe it was in the way Lexa's friends always acted as if Clarke was the most selfish person in the world for insisting too much that they agreed to her point of view, whatever it was.

They seemed to be cursed by their past and their future at the same time. They kept trying to reconcile both parts with their present, but it never worked. Until they both had enough and started planning a journey only the two of them would embark. They would be away from this town, but alone together. At last. They would take control rather than having multiple voices telling them what to do, how to act, who to be.

It took a month for Raven to stop doubting Lexa's intentions, for Anya to stop spying Clarke's every move. A month during which they planned every possible trick to stalk their respective friends' girlfriend. As Clarke and Lexa were glued together, so were Raven and Anya. Raven once tried to dress up as a tree and Anya annoyed her by pretending to be a dog peeing on her. Anya pretended to magically bump into Clarke whenever the blonde was doing some errands, only to have Raven ruin everything by texting her friend the truth. They were in competition despite having the exact same goal.

They were so busy arguing with one another that they only realized they could not spy on their friends anymore once the car in Clarke's driveway was gone along with the content of half of Lexa's closet. Only then did they learn that the couple was driving toward nowhere for an undetermined amount of time. Only then did they make peace. Temporary peace until their friends came back.

It was the loneliest bench in the world. It stood on the edge of a small cliff accessible after a two-hour hike and it looked over the city below and the arid landscape far away. It was a well-hidden secret that not many knew, only those adventurous enough to follow a small, almost invisible path which security could easily be questioned. It had heard countless secrets and confessions, an infinite number of prayers and calls for the better or worse. It had witnessed wedding proposals and hopeless jumps into the emptiness. It knew more than anyone would ever know and yet, no one ever took the time to listen to it.

They wouldn't believe the stories if they did.

It was cracked and old, and the wood was bent from its many years of service, and yet, it never broke. It was decorated with names carved into the wood, some of them fading as they celebrated their hundredth birthday. It welcomed the sun in the morning and danced with the stars at night, never fully disappearing in the darkness despite the trees' shadows. It rarely rained, but when it did, the bench would still stay there, never allowing the storm to win.

It looked heartbreakingly abandoned up there, waiting for another half that would never come, welcoming all the couples in the meantime.

It didn't flinch when Clarke sat on it, letting out a small sigh as she reached the end of the rocky road. The thin layer of sweat on her forehead was quickly wiped away as she opened her water bottle to dehydrate her body. It was barely nine in the morning and yet, the sun was high and burning, throwing deathly rays in her direction. She could see the shapes of a few other people hiking in the different paths below, far from her own position. An incredible feeling of peace spread to her heart.

She was alone on top of the world.

A few years ago, she would have seen no beauty in this place, only a springboard towards the emptiness, towards death. She would have noticed nothing about the flying birds enjoying their freedom, the wind disturbing the stillness of the leaves in their tree, the warmth coming from the sun above her head. All she would have given attention to would have been the proximity of a possible funeral to this place. All she would have thought about would have been the lack of safety net for anyone jumping off this arrival line.

But today, she saw the blue horizon and thought about the distance waiting to be crossed, the miles waiting to be walked, the dreams waiting to be reached. She saw the trees waiting to be climbed, the buildings waiting to be explored, and the mountains in the clouds waiting to be conquered. She stared at the edge of the cliffs and thought that this would be the perfect place for someone suffering from vertigo to test their limits. Whatever her eyes settled on, her mind always found a way to twist it for the better.

Finn was the last thing in her mind.

It made her think about everything she had been through these past months. There was a clear line between her life before Lexa and her life after this fateful meeting. Her pessimism and need to run away had shrunk back to their inexistent state. Her eyes no longer failed to mirror the smile her mouth would form. Her voice no longer whispered when it could scream at the top of her lung. Her words no longer stayed hidden in the back of her mind when she had the chance to shout them to the universe.

She barely remembered the days spent without Lexa, as if they weren't important enough to remain in her memory. Since they had found each other again, she had learned about the real Lexa. Not the one running away from reality, not the one pretending she had no heart and no feelings. She had learned about the broken, shattered, bruised Lexa. She had learned about the stunning, pure, healed Lexa.

She didn't have images of scars floating around her anymore when she thought of Lexa. She didn't deny the truth. She accepted it entirely, so much that it didn't control her thoughts anymore. She had chosen Lexa because of everything that she was, not simply because of the best-looking parts of her. Clarke would take Lexa and every one of her scars, every tear, every smile, every subtle nod, and she would kiss them softly until the end of the world.

She trusted Lexa and perhaps this trust surpassed the love she felt.

Even if she was so deeply in love with this authentic version of Lexa that she could barely breathe when she paid attention to her feelings.

Without Lexa, she was simply Clarke, but with her around, she was more. She was an artist, a poet, a musician, a writer, a traveler, a person. With Lexa, she was book waiting to be read, a painting waiting to be analyzed, a constant renewal of tremendous discoveries. With Lexa, she was someone worthy of love, of affection, of desire. With Lexa, the dull world was replaced by a reality in which she could only move forward, never tripping on her way to the future days.

With Lexa, Clarke belonged wherever she went.

"Mountains are a great compromise, aren't they?" Lexa's voice murmured as its owner sat next to Clarke.

"This is not a mountain," the blonde chuckled as her hand automatically reached for Lexa's.

"Don't pretend you ignore what I mean."

Clarke smiled. Asking her to forget about anything Lexa had said in the past was like asking the planet to stop moving. It simply couldn't happen, at least not before a very long time. Even if by some twist of fate, she forgot, she would find a way to remember. She would paint the walls of her room with scenes from their own movie. She would write Lexa's words on her ceiling so they would be the last thing she would see before she fell asleep. She would play Lexa's favorite song over and over again even if she had no idea why she did such thing.

"You're slow."

Lexa scoffed.

"I'm not slow, Clarke. You asked me to go back down to fill our water bottles and I did. In fact, I am faster than you because I walked twice the distance and still managed to join you on time."

"You're whipped then. I told you I wasn't complaining. I still have half of my second bottle."

Lexa didn't deny the words and a smile bloomed on their faces.

Over the past weeks, one thing had never ceased to surprise Clarke: the way Lexa cared for her. Every little thing Clarke said was overanalyzed by Lexa and while it embarrassed the taller woman sometimes, it only showed the extend of her feelings in a different way than by using words.

The artist still enjoyed making fun of Lexa whenever she could, especially about that time she had wanted a specific type of coffee and Lexa had ran through the entire city just to find it, only to realize Clarke was joking and she didn't drink that flavor. There was also that day when Clarke was sick and had called Lexa to wish her a nice day, only to find out the woman was already at her door, having heard of the situation from a concerned Raven.

Or that stormy night during which the blonde had needed a specific paintbrush but couldn't find it. The painting was due to be displayed in a gallery the next day and she had contacted Lexa with rage in her voice and tears in her eyes. The shops were all closed and yet, Lexa had somehow managed to find one. Only later did Clarke learn of her girl calling the owner of one specific place to beg him to unlock the door for a few minutes, offering way too much money in exchange.

She had paid her back and Lexa had bought her flowers with that same money.

"It's gorgeous here," Lexa said.

"You always say this."

It was the fourth climb of the week. It had been three weeks since they had left their town behind to drive across the state of California. Twenty-one days during which they kept falling in love with the other a bit more every passing second. Five hundred and four hours during which they ignored every call, every message coming from their other, almost irrelevant, loved ones. One last week and they would go back, but until then, they were in their own universe. It wasn't even California. It was an adventure in the middle of small unknown cities that most people didn't know of. It was a journey of self-discovery through the eyes of someone else.

When Clarke was alone, she would dream of her own stories. When Lexa was by herself, she would picture her own destiny. When they were together, they would join in a world only reachable by the two of them. A place no one could disturb, no one would ever know about. A secret place they could only see when they were by themselves. They each kept half of the key.

"It's always true," Lexa replied.

There was a pause as a tiny bird circled their head in a fluid motion. Clarke kept her eyes on the silhouette next to her, never needing to look elsewhere. Brown hair slowly following the guidance of the air, emerald eyes that could make competition to the wonders of nature, killer jawline that could cut through diamonds, soft skin that made velvet jealous, wisdom irradiating from everywhere around her, Lexa was not from this reality, Clarke was convinced of it.

"I'm not going anywhere," the object of Clarke's admiration broke the silence.

Stating the obvious didn't make the sky eyed woman look away.

"I know, I just… You're stuck with me staring at you for a very long time. It's written in the implicit contract you signed when you started liking me. I can't look away."

Lexa smiled lightly as she cupped Clarke's cheek with her hand. It fits perfectly. She pushed a little, directing Clarke's head to turn to the other side so that her eyes were facing the opposite direction.

"You just did," Lexa teased.

Clarke snorted and moved her eyes back on her favorite piece of art.

"I could be in a sea of people right now, trapped in some creepy blurred labyrinth and I believe I'd still be able to know exactly where you stand. I could be blind and deaf and mute, and paraplegic, and need to be fed by needles, and I'd still know. I'd still look for you." she pronounced slowly as if Lexa was a five years old who needed very clear explanations.

Lexa stared back and Clarke felt her entire being tremble at the attention.

"I can't look away either," Lexa admitted. "I have to force myself to."

No sight would ever be as magical as the way Clarke appeared before her eyes. No architect could ever design a place more glorious than Clarke's body, more precious than Clarke's embrace, more fascinating than Clarke's soul. No programmer could ever create a program able to replace Clarke's grip on Lexa's life.

Maybe it was the way this place seemed isolated from the rest of the world or the way its ambiance was impossibly enchanting, but they both couldn't resist the urge to let their feelings out. They both always ended up talking too much when they could see miles away, as if the grand scale of the cosmos was suddenly revealed to them and their microscopic size couldn't hold the pressure of the amount of feelings bubbling inside them.

"You see me in a way no one else can, you know?" Clarke said. "You pulled me out of invisibility. When I travelled before, I used to think I could walk by any place like a ghost, see what I wanted to without ever being noticed. And now I feel that I will always be seen, always be noticed, always be there. You found me even though I had no idea I needed to be found."

Lexa shook her head slowly.

"You found me," Clarke insisted, "through your messages in the middle of the night, through your phone making mine ring, through your encouragements when I was completely lost in the middle of a foreign city, through your passion for life even though you've always been so close to death. You found the existing part of me when I thought it was gone."

"You never needed to be found, Clarke. You've always been there, always ignoring people noticing you so you thought no one paid attention to you. I've simply been lucky enough to catch your attention."

Clarke disagreed but she knew better than to try to convince Lexa. That woman would go to the other side of the globe to prove her wrong.

"You're not the only one to feel this way," Lexa confessed. "You've always been there. When I gave up, when I had nightmares and when they took control of my reality too. When the white became black and the order became chaos, and the breeze turned into hurricanes. When the border keeping me from walking into madness' territory became an open door, you held it closed for me. You put a padlock on it and threw the key in the ocean. You found the best of me when I was convinced it was gone."

She had said it already and she would probably say it again. They spent too long looking at each other and when they finally stopped, thirty minutes had gone.

"Do you ever think about what we'll do when we'll have climbed all the mountains of this world?" Clarke grinned. "We won't have a place to talk like this anymore. We'll have to keep all those thoughts inside."

Lexa shrugged as if it wasn't something she had thought about countless times before. She had a hard time communicating her feelings and appearing vulnerable to her other half. High up here, she didn't anymore. She didn't have as many worries trying to suffocate her anymore.

Maybe Clarke had been right all this time and the sky truly was better than the earth.

She turned the question in her head many times until she managed to find the only answer she wanted to give her girlfriend.

"Do you enjoy this activity?" she asked.

"I can see the infinity better from up here," Clarke nodded, pointing at the endless celestial sphere.

"Then I will build you more mountains."

The tone was so serious that Clarke couldn't prevent a look of mockery from appearing. She had learned a while ago that Lexa never gave ordinary answers, only grandiose ones, impossibly crazy ones as if she had never learned the word 'moderation'.

"How? I know you like to pretend you're strong, but you're not THAT strong."

"That's not what you said when I carried you up the stairs of the apartment last night because you were too busy trying to rip my shirt off," Lexa deadpanned.

"I did manage to rip your shirt off before you reached the top," Clarke winks innocently.

Green eyes rolled in disbelief. She had climbed the last step one second after Clarke had managed to do it, it wasn't that much of a time difference. She couldn't be blamed for being distracted by Clarke sucking on her neck like a madwoman, marking her as if they both didn't know already they belonged together. She couldn't be blamed for wanting to stop in the middle of the stairs to have her way with the love of her life. She had accidently dropped her because of the chemicals racing through her body, but had made it to the bed by miracle.

"I know you will though," Clarke continued with a joking tone. "I have no doubt about it. You'll imagine a place where there are no flat lands. You'd probably ask me what color I'd want them to be. You'd probably even harass me to know which exact tree I'd want to pass by on my way up."

"Clarke, don't." Lexa threatened with that familiar commanding voice that illustrated she knew exactly what would follow.

"You'd ask me what birds would fly above my head and what the wind would smell like. You'd go on by wanting me to describe the sound my steps would make. And then you'd move on to the flowers and the grass, and probably even the insects that I would never see because I hate them so you wouldn't dare include them. You'd ask about what plants I'd want, what shape, what texture, what size."

"Clarke, listen."

"You'd probably want to know exactly where I'd stand in this place, my exact coordinates. One millimeter off and you'd go crazy and blame yourself for things you wouldn't even be responsible for. You'd ask about my hairstyle, my clothes, and then you'd probably end up imagining me naked. You'd ask about everything; I know you. And if I want a damn gorilla in this world, you'd add one even if you hate them. I know you would, you're just that insane."

"Clarke."

"You'd want everything to be perfect. You'd make sure every single rock is at the right place. And if I don't like something, you'll move everything around even if I simply wanted you to add a small detail on the far left corner of that world. You'd ask about the atmosphere of this place because all hell would break loose if it wasn't peaceful or anarchic enough. And I'd end up painting that world. I would make it come true on a canvas, just like I did before."

The world they had imagined months ago was the first painting Clarke had sold. The war and immortal love story they had built in their minds now belonged to someone else, but it would always be theirs in the first place. This alternative universe proved that no matter the time and space, the situation and the restrictions imposed on them, they would find each other continuously.

"You'd probably think of everything I'd forget about, except one thing, and I know you would ignore it."

Lexa sighed. Repeating Clarke's name seemed to be useless and she had to admit the dreamy smile on the blonde's face was a priceless sight.

"You'd forget to ask if I'd want someone there with me. That's the primordial aspect and you'd overlook it because you tend to do that, forget that you're the one who matters the most to me, not anyone or anything else."

"I would not forget about it."

"Yes, you would. You'd forget what makes this universe perfect," Clarke carelessly answered. "But it's alright because I'm here to remind you of that place you have. I know you, Lexa. I keep repeating it to you. You always pretend you're not the center of my universe because you refuse to give yourself too much importance, but I have some news for you. You're the center of my universe whether you want it or not. I will repeat it as much as I have to until you believe me, even if it takes my whole life."

Lexa nodded. She had no trouble believing this.

She had no shame pretending she never remembered just so she could hear Clarke saying those words again and again.

The words were absent and even if she could find a proper answer, she knew it wouldn't be enough. She felt that the words were created as a failed attempt to explain the unexplainable and yet, Clarke always seemed to know what would make her soul go running wild into a romantic place. She always seemed to know the flawless way to state the only truth that mattered.

"You're what keep me from drifting away in empty space," Clarke finished. "You're what keep me from falling into a black hole and never come out. You're the reason I don't disappear to another dimension."

Nothing could stop Lexa's smile from appearing.

Nothing could stop Clarke's eyes from filling with an intense look of tenderness.

Nothing could stop Lexa's skin from forming goosebumps despite the torrid weather.

Nothing could stop Clarke from kissing the woman sitting next to her.

It was a chaste contact, but one they would never get used to. It tasted as good as their first kiss, but never as delicious as their future ones. It never failed to upgrade the rhythm of their hearts, the pace of their breaths and the rush of the blood circulating in their bodies. It was delicate with a dash of fierceness.

"You talk too much," Lexa whispered as they moved apart.

"But I'm right," Clarke said with her eyes still closed.

"I might have forgotten it in the past, but not anymore. I believe you."

"You keep telling yourself that."

Lexa recognized the way Clarke played around the main subject, juggled with the insecurities that sometimes, rarely, appeared for a few seconds. It was always subtle and it was often gone before she could catch a sight of it, but not this time.

"I love you too, Clarke."

She had pronounced the words a lot in the past few weeks, but it always sounded like it was the first time. Blue eyes met their verdant equals. The confession always resonated within Clarke's soul like a quiet secret that only the two of them would ever be aware of, no matter who was around them.

It was the proper answer and it was enough.

"All the worlds we create, they could never be as great as this one. It would only be a part of me with a part of you. An incomplete portrait. A small percentage of reality. A virtual copy of who we are, of who we want to be. It would never be enough," Lexa softly spoke. "It's a place where you'd disappear if I stop thinking about it, where you'd stop existing the second I open my eyes and stop focusing on the images."

The breeze made the leaves sing a symphony as she kept going.

"I don't want to imagine an alternative world in which we are together because it doesn't matter anymore. We are together. And I like the idea of 'us' existing in any time, but for the moment, we are together in this one. I don't want you to be anyone else, even another me."

Clarke laughed at the thought of another Lexa. She could see many scenarios being born from this ideas and it always ended up with the two Lexa's fighting for her, as bizarre as it sounded.

"You're it, Clarke. You're forever."

"Why are you suddenly all sentimental?" Clarke playfully asked.

It was Lexa's turn to let out a quiet laugh that got taken by the trees. The middle of the day was approaching and they could hear more hikers complaining about the heat around them. They always walked passed the hidden bench without noticing the couple lost in each other's presence.

"I don't know. Because you are here and this is real. You are real. You're not a simple message coming from another device. You're not a casual 'hello' in the middle of the afternoon. You're the first 'good morning' and the last 'good night' that I want to hear. Because you're not any song I hear on the radio, you're the one I have on repeat when I need music to motivate me through the day. You're not any star in the sky when I need guidance, you're the North Star. Because I'm not the only one who needs to be reminded of her importance."

Clarke nods absently. Would she ever get used to hear Lexa's praises?

No.

"Where are we going next?"

Lexa had no idea. They had a week. It could be the last week they would spend together for a long time. She wanted to make the most of it. She had already warned Anya that when she would come back, she didn't want to hear lessons and morals about what she had done. She didn't want to see any wronged attitude toward Clarke anymore, from anyone, unless they wanted to be banned from her life.

"I miss when I could think straight," Lexa said. "When you weren't always in my thoughts, messing with them in the most pleasurable way, I could plan ahead. Now I can't even imagine what I wish to do once we're gone from this place. I can't think of things to do that are nearly as amazing as being with you."

Clarke smiled the kind of smile she only reserved for when Lexa turned into a hopeless romantic.

"Then how about you race me to the bottom of this so-called mountain? We can think about the rest later. We have time."

They had time.

It was the most beautiful sentence to Lexa.

Clarke didn't wait for an answer and quickly jogged toward the road.

It took a few minutes for Lexa to gather her thoughts and walked the way back. She took so long to memorize the scenery that she knew she would lose this race. She snapped a picture of the bench, of the view, of the sun, making sure to save those memories into a digital version so she could show them to Clarke when they would be too old to form coherent sentences.

She couldn't plan, but she knew, she just knew that this was only the beginning for the two of them. The first sentence of a book that would never end, not even after death. She followed a different path to go down and almost turned the wrong way three different times, only managing to find her way by the text messages received at the perfect moment, as if Clarke had known all this time that she would get lost.

Maybe it didn't matter, which road she chose to reach the bottom of the hill. Maybe it didn't matter, which turn she picked, which dead-end she encountered, which mistake she made. And maybe she would trip on her way there, maybe she would crash and bleed and agonize until every ounce of energy had left her body, until she would get up again and take another first step.

She would get there. She would get there because Clarke was waiting for her and it was all that mattered. She would get there because love was there. It existed, it was extraordinary, thrilling and sumptuous, and terrifying, horrible and ugly, but undoubtedly worth the trouble. It was red when someone wanted blue, dark when someone wanted light, war when someone wanted peace, incredibly loud when someone wished for silence. It wasn't meant to be easy. It was meant to turn one's life upside down and that could never be easy.

Lexa walked by a strange dark tree. Its branches were all twisting in strange patterns, naked without a single leaf hanging on them. It looked like a survivor, standing on the exact line between earth and nothingness. Its shape resembled the one of a dancer made of twisted wired frozen in the middle of a spine-chilling performance. It seemed extremely strong and impossibly vulnerable, having being through all kind of weather and all possible diversity. It looked like a single slap from the wind would break it in thousand pieces, and yet, like a tornado could never be strong enough to remove its roots from the ground.

She immediately connected with the essence of this tree, as if it was her mentor, her guide through her life. It was the last thing she noticed before she saw Clarke's silhouette waving at her from a few meters down. She sighed in relief. The way down had been torturously endless without her girlfriend's company. She could keep walking on the trail until it turned and joined Clarke's path or she could jump directly from where she stood to join her girlfriend, and pray not to break any limb.

It was high and dangerous, and the ground seemed too far for her to make that move without risking being injured. It was a move she would have never done a few months ago, especially not with Clarke around. She would have never dared to take a step forwards into the air.

But this was not a few months ago, this was today, and the choice was ridiculously easy. Clarke's smile was too bright, too inviting for Lexa to resist the urge to join her. Clarke's blue eyes were full of happiness; a kind of joy Lexa could not recognize until she realized it was a type of innocence replacing the lost one.

She barely hid her smile as she jumped into the void separating them and Clarke caught her in her arms, miraculously managing to not crash to the ground at the same time. They struggled to control their balance, but within a minute, their laughs broke the silence in a perfect synchrony as they shared a quick embrace.

They were together.

In their own world.

Thank you for all of you wonderful people.

The bench and tree are inspired by things I saw while doing the Hollywood Sign hike.

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