So, here's the new story! This is the sequel to Death Is Not The End. Best if you ready it before reading this one. I'll try my best to update as much as possible, and not disappear again!
Enjoy, and please review is you like it (or have any suggestions or advice or anything)
One: The darkest memory
The sound of the gunshot rang through the air, shattering my soul. Black blood spread through her stomach rapidly. Her name on my lips as she crashed to the ground. On the bed, laying there, shaking, she whispers to me. My hands press against the inflamed wound, my hands covered in her blood. The white sheets turned black from her Nightblood. Too much blood. Her tear-filled eyes meet mine, her breathing becomes shallow. My lips press into hers, and she breathes out once. Her heart goes still, her breath leaves. Greens eyes lose their light. Black stained fingertips close hose beautiful eyes. My heart breaks and breaks and breaks.
I shot up in bed, sweat beading on my forehead. I let out a shuddering breath, my hand reaching over. I feel her, gently shoving. Gently but persistently. She moans, rolling out of reach. Five years. Five years since she died. Five years since I arrived in the real world. Five years and I still have the memories haunting my sleep. Memories of her death. She's alive. No matter how many times I say that, no matter how many times I look into the green eyes, I still have nightmares of her dying.
"Lexa." I hissed. Stretching to shove her again.
"Clarke." She rolled back towards me, sleepy eyes looking at me. 'What time is it?"
I sighed, glancing at the too-bright alarm clock on my bedside table. "Three."
She groaned. "Why are you awake at this hour, ai hodnes?"
I brushed a stray curl from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I couldn't sleep, Lex."
"Did you have another one?" Even though it was too dark to see, I knew her brow was creasing with worry. I stroked her cheek, biting my lip. I nodded slowly to myself, and to her "I can't help them."
"Oh, Clarke. Of course you can't." she tugged at my wrist, begging me to lie down. I curled up beside her and let her rub my back. She began humming a tune that I instantly recognized as the grounder anthem. The same tune that was sung when Skaikru entered the coalition. That felt like so long ago.
"I'm sorry, Lexa," I whispered, interrupting her song.
"Klark. Don't be sorry for waking me. How many nightmares of mine have you soothed through the years? How many times have you held me as I broke down?"
"Too many to count," I replied sheepishly.
She chuckled. "There you go." Her voice turned serious. "But Klark, don't ever feel bad for waking you. I'm here to help you. I'm here for you. I love you. I always will."
"Forever?" I whispered.
"Forever. And maybe someday, we'll find out how long forever really is."
"Maybe someday. That's our phrase?"
"Hmm?"
I smiled. "Maybe someday you and I will owe nothing more to our people." I quoted my own words from years ago. The same words I said just hours before a bullet tore through her abdomen. I shuddered.
"Don't think about that day, Klark."
"How? Why?"
"That day haunts my dreams, too, ai hodnes. Even though that day holds some beautiful memories, it's best to forget it. We've made so many beautiful memories through the past several years, and there's our whole loves to make more."
"Easier said than done, Lexa." My eyelids were growing heavy and I rested my head on her shoulder.
"Maybe someday you'll be able to."
"Yeah," I whispered. "Maybe someday."