The truth was, Lexa couldn’t forget the moment she had risked everything she had built, everything she had become, in order to be close to Clarke. Her impenetrable strength. Her ruthless decisiveness. She set that all down when she pulled Clarke towards her and kissed her.
And Clarke had pulled away.
It stung. It stayed with her. It was with her at the Mountain. It was with her when she was given a choice. Her people or Clarke’s. She meant for her head to guide her, but when Clarke was nearby, there was no getting her heart out of the way. And her heart had been hurt.
Lexa bit her lip and shook her head hard. That’s not why I did it, she told herself over and over again. But the truth was, she didn’t know. She could never be sure. But the Commander had to be sure.
She rubbed her eyes and picked up her shoulder piece.
The truth was, Clarke made her vulnerable. And the truth was, sometimes Lexa wanted to be vulnerable.
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It’s Lexa’s turn today. Read the rest of this short one shot here.
