Lexa and Clarke had spent hours together- just being together and enjoying each other in their limited time they had left. Clarke had to return to Arkadia before the blockade was put into effect. If anyone could convince the sky people to abandon backing Pike and back Clarke, it was Clarke, herself. The Commander knew that. They had finally untangled from each other and tore themselves from the linens and furs they had been lost in. Clarke was to retrieve her things and return to Lexa for their final goodbye. It had taken her longer than expected and Lexa began to wonder what was keeping her. That’s when she heard them- gunshots. How had a gun ended up in her tower? That didn’t matter now, nothing did as she sprinted to Clarke’s room. As soon as she reached the door, another shot rang out. Green hues dropped to the warming feeling in her stomach. Her hands found the wound, immediately being flushed with her nightblood. Eyes lifted to ocean blue as tears blurred her vision. “Clarke.” Her voice was nowhere near audible but knew Clarke would hear her heart.
Her body was heavy, and she was no longer able to keep her legs under her. She dropped, unsure of where she would drop but was thankful to feel Clarke cradling her, blonde hair surrounding her. She heard Clarke’s voice but she couldn’t make out what she said but then she felt her weight being lifted. That hurt- a lot. Lexa gasped for breathe she didn’t think she had in her. With every bit of energy she had left, she reached for Clarke’s arm. “Don’t be afraid.” Her vision faded to black, losing consciousness from shock. It was up to Clarke now.
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