I spent some time on chapter 3 today so here's another snippet
Clarke pauses for a moment, there's something lingering, a nagging feeling of something important that she has yet to mail. Something she really needs to stop putting off, but she tosses that thought aside just like these out of style shoes she's been hanging onto.
She steps out of the closet and steps over a pile of clothes that no longer fit, only to trip over a box she didn't see. The shoes fall from her hands as she catches herself from falling face first onto the floor. She grits her teeth and fists before swinging her leg back and kicking it as hard as she can.
“FUCK! Who the fuck put this box here?!” Clarke shouts like she wasn't the one who put it there.
Clarke paces around the room a few times, complaining to herself about nothing and everything, until she convinces herself to stop and take a deep breath. And another one. And again. Until her pulse returns back to normal. She bends down to inspect the contents of the box, to put it back together or toss… but when she looks at it a lump forms in her throat, she swallows it down and shoves everything back inside.
The box is Lexa’s. A box that never should have ended up here. She should return it. But that would involve talking to Lexa and she definitely doesn't want to do that, not now at least. But the box isn't hers so she should at least send her a message to see if Lexa even wants it still…
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