Lexa, still not in a full state of consciousness, felt the warmth of Clarkes hand in hers. She wished that she could just open her eyes, even for just a second. A second to replace the last image of Clarke that she had. Now afraid she would stay in this new-found state of half consciousness, Lexa couldn't bare knowing that the last image of Clarke she had would be her completely broken. Right before Lexa faded away, she only focused on the sorrow that filled the eyes of Clarke. Clarkes tears and colors of her eyes mixed together to form an ocean tide. A tide of anger, loss, and sorrow. All of those three emotions came together as Clarke quickly realized that she would have to carry the burden of Lexa leaving her so soon. This tide of emotions that she saw in Clarkes eyes, ripped through Lexa, breaking her apart and sending her into an eternity of deprivation. The last tearful memory of Clarke rushed through her with such force that it replaced all the light she used to see in Clarkes eyes. This tide of agony deprived Lexa of seeing the never-ending peace and security that Clarke radiated to her every day. Lexa saw a Clarke that she was pretty sure no one had seen before. Much like herself, Clarke rarely let down her walls to let herself feel. Lexa could tell that Clarke let Lexa in as much as Lexa let Clarke in. That's what made Lexa fall in love with Clarke; she saw herself in her. Lexa imagines that's why Clarke loves her too. That kind of love is a once in a lifetime and if Lexa was still alive, she knew she wouldn't find it with anyone else but Clarke. Everything always pointed back to Clarke, she was the one thing in her life that made the most sense and she lost her. Lexa lost Clarke to her own death, something that an apology or recommunication can't fix. Lexa was gone forever, but she couldn't accept it. She knew that there had to be more; her and Clarkes story can't be over, and it won't end like this. With this last thought, Lexas' eyes burst open and a gasp for air sent her upper body flying forward, bringing her to a seating position. Her lungs kept searching for more and more air and she started panting and brought her hand to rest upon her chest. It was then that she remembered that her other hand was still holding on to Clarkes. Lexas' breathing calmed at the familiar feeling she felt in her occupied hand. Lexa was scared to turn around, scared to look at Clarke because what if it wasn't real? Lexa couldn't bear the thought of Clarke being victim to her imagination once more. Clarke must have known how timid Lexa was because she just sat there not making any sudden movements; just in awe that Lexa was actually alive. Slowly Lexa turned around to find Clarke staring back at her with her same blue tear-filled eyes. Expect this time Clarkes ocean tide of tears wasn't filled with anger or loss, it was filled with bliss and optimism, something else Lexa deeply missed. They stared at each other for a long while, both unbelieving of this strange new reality. Everything changed once again as ocean blue met forest green.
Finally she woke up! Sorry the upload took a while; should I continue?