A/N: Just a quick one-shot about the season 3 trailer. Don't want this to happen but you never know. All mistakes are mine, let me know what you think.
You don't really know what you were expecting but certainly not this. Definitely not being taken down by Roan. You were the commander and you weren't about to be defeated but alas it was happening. He caught you by surprise and you landed on all fours ready to get back up but before you could do that he attacked.
You felt the blade pierce your back, the hot metal burning you from the inside, making you gasp for air. Coward you thought, can't even have the dignity of killing me from the front. He pulled the sword out and with a kick you were shoved forward, face planting the dirt. He knew he had won just like how you knew this was about to be your last day on this earth.
Your senses were a blur; eyes were struggling to stay open as you felt blood coming out of your mouth in coughs. You heard screams but you weren't sure who they belonged to. You heard feet running towards you, screaming your name. The person turned you over and that's when you saw her. Clarke. Her yellow hair shined brighter as the sun hit her, her sky blue eyes were now crying for you. You thought to yourself that dying didn't seem as bad now that you got to see her face one last time.
Clarke gripped your face and was telling you that she was going to help you and that you were going to be all right, but you knew better than that so you just simply nodded with her.
You felt her tears land on your face and all you wanted to do was to wipe them away and tell her that everything was going to be fine. That she was going to be fine, that she didn't need me.
Feeling yourself get weaker you opened your mouth to try and tell her your what were soon going to be your last words.
"Clarke…" you gasped out. More blood was coming out of your mouth with every movement you made and you knew that it was almost time.
Hands were running through your hair and along your face as she responded "It's ok Lexa you don't have to say anything."
Using all the energy inside you, you grabbed her hand and brought it your lips. With a soft kiss to her fingers, you told her "Love isn't weakness Clarke. You were never a weakness, just a strength."
A new sob broke through her as she laid down beside you, head on your chest, arms wrapped around your hips, clinging onto you, never letting go.
The both of you laid on the ground, no words were said just your gasps of air and her sobs providing the noise.
When a new pain set in you groaned and she lifted her head off of you. This was it, the final breaths.
"Don't be afraid Clarke, death is not the end." You said as you remembered that moment. Lightly smiling up at her, she returned the smile but it was filled with more sadness than anything else.
You closed your eyes and with one last breath, you let go.
Good-bye Clarke.