Chapter 1
Tears were streaming uncontrollably down her face, just like the black blood that were seeping through the wound. She barely choked out, "May we meet again,"
When she saw the brunette's eyes stilled, her heart died. Breaking down, she leaned in for one last kiss.
"Clarke!"
The said girl was jolted awake by a hand shaking her shoulder. She took in her surrounding and realized she had fallen asleep at the table, a pencil just slightly beside her hand and a sketchbook laying on where her head was a few seconds ago.
Looking up, she saw her friend's hand on her.
"What's up Raven?"
"Y-you're crying in your sleep again Clarke. Are you okay?" The dark hair girl asked worriedly.
Reaching up to her own face, she felt the wet tears she did not realized she shed.
"Is it the same dream again?" Raven asked.
Letting out a sigh, the blonde replied irritatedly, "It's not a dream Raven." Seeing the look on her friend's face, Clarke huffed, "Forget it, you don't believe it anyway."
Raven shook her head and perched herself on the table, "It's not that I don't believe you," seeing the raised eyebrow of the blonde, Raven backtracked, "Fine, but instead of not believing you, I just find it kind of ridiculous that those are your past memories. Your past lives... Seriously Clarke?"
"Like I say, forget it Raven." Clarke said tiredly before looking at the forgotten sketchbook on the table.
"You drew her again." Raven pointed out.
Clarke merely nodded, opting to not tell the girl that 90% of her sketches were on her. On Lexa. Closing her sketchbook, she smiled at her roommate, "I'm turning in, nights Raven."
She heard a murmured "Nights" from the dark hair girl while she headed to her room.
Closing her door, she dropped to the bed and opened up her sketchbook, staring at the eyes that she remembered so clearly.
She had no idea how, but she was able to remember all her past life. In each life, it always seemed that something was missing and she was searching for something. She knew what it was, or rather who it was. Lexa.
It was like her life was in a loop. She would be borned as Clarke Griffin, losing her father at 16, that part always hurt no matter how many times she been through it. Her mother was Abby.
It always start when she reached 18. She would remember her past life when she was 18. It is when she would remember her, Lexa and felt the pain coming back to her. Even after so many lives, the pain are still excruciating.
Then there was her friends, the Blakes, Raven, Finn, Wells. There were other friends, but she did not meet the rest in all lives. Jasper, Monty, Murphy, Harper, the rest of the 100. At some point of her life, she would always meet Marcus Kane, a colleague of her mother and Jaha, her mother's boss, or sometimes ex-boss.
She tried to explain to her friends in all her lives, but it always ended up the same. They thought that she's a nut job. But at least they still love her, so it's not bad. Just that it could get frustrating at times.
All her lives, the only person she's looking for is not there. She had no idea where Lexa is. Living with the memory of the love she had for the brunette in each life was a pure torture. Not able to find the brunette drove the nail deeper into her heart.
She started to believe in reincarnation. The word she used to scoff at when Lexa brought it up. Reincarnation and karma perhaps. Staring at the face she sketched out, she gently ran her fingers across the paper, feeling the pain in her heart as tears streamed down her face again.
"Where are you Lexa?" The blonde whispered into the night.
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The brunette sneezed hard and took the offered tissue from her friend.
"Thanks." She murmured and wiped her nose before turning back to her computer.
"Maybe you should call it a day."
"Let me finish this report first." The girl replied, eyes glued to the screen. She shrieked when the screen went black, "What the hell Anya!"
"Time to call it a day Lexa." Anya said sternly.
Lexa let out a loud breathe and rolled her eyes, "You could have at least let me save the report first. I've been working on it since the morning."
The screen came on again, "I only turned off the monitor moron. Save your work and let's get out of here Detective Woods. I'm hungry and you'e buying."
Lexa scowled at her mentor and partner before saving her report, "You suck."
Anya laughed, "You're still buying."
"Whatever, let's go." Lexa drawled before following her partner out.
She was glad that she met Anya when she first joined the force 5 years ago. She was a rookie, fresh out of the academy. When she was fast tracked promoted to detective in less than 2 years, no one wanted to work with her. They believed that her promotions was due to connections of her parents and it was unfair to the rest. No one was willing to see past her rich parents to realized all the hard work the brunette put in. Well, one person did. Anya.
She became her mentor and partner. Teaching her all the ropes, taking care of her, in her own subtle ways. Even though Anya was strict, she always took care of the brunette and shoot down anyone who tries to discredit the brunette. Lexa was grateful to her.
"What?" Anya asked in irritation when she saw the brunette staring at her.
Lexa merely gave a small smile and shook her head, "Nothing. Where to?"
"Chinese takeout and your home." Her mentor stated before closing her eyes and rest her head on the seat.
"So not only you're making me pay for dinner, you are also using my home for dinner?" The brunette asked incredulously.
Without opening her eyes, the blonde said simply, "Drive little one."
Fighting the urge to rolled her eyes again, Lexa grumbled and started the car.