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There were only 5 days left until Christmas and Clarke was laying in bed like a fool, wishing for a goddamn Christmas miracle.
Her crush, the enigmatic Lexa was only an hours drive away from her, and she still couldn’t see her. After they’d both graduated from college, Clarke and Lexa had gone their separate ways. Clarke had gone home to help her mother with the family bakery while Lexa had stayed on to do her masters. Now Lexa was in a town nearby for a short vacation with her family and Clarke was practically vibrating with the urge to get up and drive to Lexa’s hotel and whisk her away for a while.
She couldn’t though. Not when Lexa had made it clear that she was only there to visit family and was not intending to see Clarke during her stay. And certainly not when Lexa had moved on.
Only weeks following their graduation, they’d admitted to liking each other. The years following that confession consisted of flirting and jokes of what their reunion would be like. They’d even thought about attempting a long distance relationship before quickly dismissing the idea. While Clarke still day dreamed about what could have been, Lexa had taken to casual flings with the people she actually got to see. She couldn’t blame Lexa, not after they agreed that they’d only get together if the fates allowed.
It was fine. Clarke barely had time to breathe with her job at the bakery. It’s not like she’s expected something amazing to happen in the years they’d been separated. They lived on different sides of the country. A relationship between them would be ridiculous.
But, God, if Clarke didn’t still want it. She'd give anything to just get up and drive to Lexa, grab her and finally kiss her the way she’d dreamed of doing all those years ago.
But instead Clarke laid in her bed. Pretended that the pain of loving someone who didn’t know what they actually wanted wasn’t burning her from the inside. She laid there pretending that the itch in her skin was from stress. That she just worked too much. So Clarke laid in her bed, wishing for a Christmas miracle.
An hour away, Lexa laid in her own bed as well. After an exhausting day of doing silly touristy things with her parents, all she wanted to do was sleep. As she laid, waiting for sleep to take her, she thought about Clarke. With all the festive preparations for Christmas, Lexa had barely managed to reply to Clarke’s texts about her day. She thought about how she’d imagined her trip to Clarke’s home town would have gone if she’d been by herself instead of running around doing activities with her parents all day.
She let her mind wander, pretending that she had the freedom to go see Clarke. Imagined all the fun they could have had. But she wasn’t going to see Clarke. Not for some time. If she got to see Clarke in the few days she was still in town, it would be a Christmas miracle.
So she laid and wished for that Christmas miracle