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remember when avril lavigne did a cover of the spongebob theme song?

Imagine the terrible aching look on Murphy’s face when he looks at Clarke and no one can place it because she’s not talking and he’s not talking and everyone knew how much Lexa meant to Clarke but no one knew at all how much Lexa meant to Clarke.

Let her go back to Arkadia and channel the spirit of her Commander and make them see their mistakes. Make Wanheda become someone to remember, make her life a life full of hardship, and dedication make her remember her hurts and sometimes, after a hard day - speak to the wind through the trees like a lost love.

Make her find her peace with the Grounders, and make her be the first in line to grasp Commander Aden by the forearm, even has her hands shake. Make her stays in Polis short and punctuated by dark stumbling through rooms she can’t bear to light by candle anymore. Make her dreams so lovely and terrible there that she is haunted by them, and yet yearns all the same.

“You have to go back, they’re your people.” She hesitates just a breath before continuing “that’s why I…”

My breath catches and I stare at her lips, willing her to continue. To say the words that will break me. The only words that can drive me to forsake my people and stay here, with her. To stay here for her.  

“That’s why you’re you.” She finishes, eyes welling up with unshed tears – unspoken words.

I nod, understanding. She needs me to be the one to walk away this time.

“Maybe someday you and I will owe nothing more to our people” I speak softly, pushing as much meaning as I can into the words. Maybe someday we can love without consequences. Maybe someday we can have a real life together without politics and war getting in the way.

Her expression betrays her for a brief moment, the sadness seeping in around her lips. “I hope so”. She extends her arm to me and my heart clenches as I press my forearm to hers.

“May we meet again.”  

I’ve heard those words hundreds of times. But now, looking into pained eyes, I never want to hear them pass her lips again. Without her, I’m not me.

The one hanging upside down is a juvenile, from the appearance of its spotted breast, which adults do not have.. At that age they can fly but are pretty clumsy. I’m guessing it managed to collide with the sheet or attempted to land on it and is now hanging on for dear life. Falling on its head just off the ground is unlikely to hurt it, but it won’t be pleasant regardless.