— • ❃ • —
"Clarke! Clarke wake up! Wake up damnit!" Raven gently yelled, poking and prodding at a quivering Clarke, knowing she was experiencing yet another nightmare.
Clarke wakes then, finally yanked from her dream. She felt her eyes glossed with tears as she went to rub them, gasping and struggling for breath. It all felt too real. Never once has she dreamt of meeting her in this life. Raven is standing only a few feet away from her now, staring at Clarke with concern like she is seeing a ghost. She smiles, placing her hand on Clarke's as she wipes her sweat coated forehead.
Her hands are shaking.
Her heart is beating.
Her throat is tightening.
Her eyes are crying.
Raven's arms are around her before she even realizes that she had moved, and Clarke sighs into her embrace with relief. She is stiffened in Raven's embrace, but Raven doesn't let her go.
Blinking her tears rapidly away, Clarke lets out another rushing sigh and wraps her arms tightly around Raven's body, sinking into the embrace offered so willingly and lovingly even after all of these sleep stirring dreams.
"I'm losing my mind," she whispers as she grips her tightly.
"No, you're not Clarke," she pursed her lips, frantically searching for anywhere to focus on but Clarke.
"Yes I am. I dreamt of her again, Rae. But this time - we - it was all different. She felt so real, so pure and - it felt like she was here. She turned up at my art exhibit with some girl, and then I ran away because I wanted to wake up. And to that, I say thank fuck," Clarke dragged her fingers along her face, pulling the skin from underneath her eyes to reveal the bloodshot veins, the veins that rest against those many held back tears. But as she looked up to catch Ravens gaze, she is only met with confidentiality.
Raven closes her eyes for a moment and lets out a quiet sigh before locking onto Clarke again and mouthing her own small, we're so fucked.
When Clarke pulls back from the embrace, her eyes, too, are flooded with confusion and concern. "Raven Reyes. What aren't you telling me?", she says, pulling the covers from under her, huffing as she swivels her way out of bed. She stands ahead of Raven, who is still mindfully perching on the edge of Clarke's bed, and slams her arms against her chest. "Don't even think about lying because I know exactly when you are."
"How can I lie when I haven't even opened my mouth to talk to you about it - I mean, come on Clarke. Rack that brain of yours with some common sense and -"
"Raven," Clarke sighs, rubbing her forehead with frustration, "Stop stalling."
Raven slams her eyes shut, mentally preparing herself from the opposing face of shock and despair. "That dream you had, last night, wasn't exactly a dream." She trailed off, cringing as she waited for a sudden smash, a sudden outburst, a sudden gasp. But she didn't hear any of these things. Just a small giggle.
"No shit, it was more like a nightmare, actually," Clarke laughed, still smiling until she locked eyes with Raven. Then she felt it, she felt her smile flip drastically at the sudden slap of realisation.
Clarke suddenly felt a sharp pang against her chest, almost like her heart was prodding against her lungs. She couldn't focus on breathing, or even on the sound of her heartbeat - but she could feel her insides turning and slurring with sickness. No. It was just a nightmare. She isn't here. She isn't real.
"I know it sounds crazy Clarke, I know that, but she was there, I thought I was going crazy too, so it's actually a huge relief on my behalf -"
YOU ARE READING
This Love
Fanfiction"My heaven is here. It was here." The memories are still vivid in their minds. Small. Big. It doesn't matter. They're there. Always splitting through the open wounded cracks as they sleep, where behind each closed eyelid is a new memory, a new ch...
