Clarke POV:

Bringing Lexa to my thoughts soothed me, and I gave in to the heaviness of my eyelids and fell asleep.

I was dreaming of being on top of MT Weather, being free and one with the wind in my hair. I looked around, and I could see every single tree, and when I looked up I could see every single star. I raised my arms, imitating a movie I once watched and felt so free, it was overwhelming! I sat down on the peak, and looked to my left and saw Lexa walking up path towards me, with a beaming smile that made my heart pump into overdrive. I had never seen such a thing, and man, it was a sight to see.

I was so busy staring at her smile, I was startled to hear my name come from a male mouth. I looked around, and saw Bell walking toward me to my right, bearing a guarded face and a gun in his arms. He was sweaty, and obviously hurting from his concealed injuries. He stopped walking towards me, and was only a few steps away. He called to me, asking me to help him.

I was so confused and when I looked to my left, Lexa was also stopped a couple feet away, looking at me puzzled, asking me to come with her to Polis. I tried to speak to them both, but for some reason my lips were sewed shut, and I was frozen in place. I looked back and forward at them, their arms held out to me as if I had to chose one.

I was so torn that my mind was trying to make me choose one of them, and the more shocking aspect was I didn't know who I wanted to choose.

Bellamy was more aggressive in trying to get my attention, shouting my name and nicknames I had. Bell looked broken that I was even considering not picking him, pleading with me, pleading that my life would be misery if I chose Lexa. I thought about if I chose him for a moment, and I just felt sadness, and a void I couldn't explain. I wanted to help him, but I wasn't free to make that choice, instead I felt compelled to run to him and help him because I owed him and Octavia. He grimaced and angrily called my name again, making me want to take a step back.

I looked back over at Lexa who stood cool, calm and collected. She didn't speak but her eyes were the opposite of the composed demeanor she was trying to portray. They held a insecure amount of vulnerability, and it made my heart pound looking at them. I wanted to reassure her, run to her and kiss her insecurity away. As if she could read my thoughts, she lifted her face slightly, giving me a sly but playful grin, and I felt myself smiling too.

"You can't be fixed by the same person who broke you, Clarke" Bellamy's word stung, and brought me back from the alluring grab Lexa had over me. I looked Bellamy in the eye, and understood what he said was true. Who was I to think Lexa would break me again, or hurt me? Bellamy always tried to be by my side, and help me. I took a step towards him, which made him beam like a child.

I side glanced at Lexa, and she looked winded. I kept my gaze on her, waiting for her to plead her case and make it a fair fight. She just looked as vulnerable as ever, not speaking. I admired her, for her not speaking made it a chose based on my feelings, not on how someone could sway you with words.

I looked back at Bellamy and he looked crushed at my thought. "You know I'm not trying to sway you Clarke, I'm simply voicing my opinion out loud. Obviously the bitch over there just wants to manipulate you with her stupid smiles and glaces. I care Clarke, not her, and she wont protect you. She's vile, just like all the rest. Can't be trusted. You can trust me Princess, I care Clarke. Pick me, not her. She will ruin you." I took another step back, taken back at the venom in Bellamy's words.

"Clarke-" Lexa spoke finally "-I can't promise to solve all your problems. I can't promise I won't cause pain. I do promise that whatever you feel, whatever you go through, you'll never have to deal with it alone. Sometimes, the smallest things take up your whole heart. You hold mine. I want you to make this decision without being influenced by my words, to make it fair-" she spoke with slowly, making sure I caught every word and her eyes beamed into mine with pure adoration. Lexa continued "make this choice on what your heart sings Clarke. Don't be rash, don't be swayed on silly human words of malice. Look into our eyes, for that is the window of our souls. Pick from your soul to ours" She finished, raising her head proudly.

I was about to take another step in Bellamy's favour but when Lexa spoke I knew. Her words moved me and it stopped my heart. Just at her sentence I knew that I chose her. I looked at the pain in Bellamy's eyes, but all I see was anger and jealousy, but when I looked into Lexa's I saw adventure and growth. She made me a better person and I knew she would protect me with her life. She was my home, and wherever she went, I wanted to follow.

"We're perfect for each other. You're gonna figure that out someday, and you'll regret the choice you made tonight." Bellamy spit, looking to the trees. He couldn't be bother to see me walk into Lexa's arms. I had chosen, regardless of what tomorrow brought. That was the beauty of Lexa, even if it didn't work, her love made me hopeful and happy for my future. That was the love my dad had for my mother, and that's how I knew it was pure, regardless if she chosen to speak or not.

I walked into Lexa's arms, and she held me tighly, arms like my salvation, whispering something Trigedasleng in my ear. I looked into Lexa's eye's, and I knew that I would be okay. She raised her hand to stroke my cheek, and fear rippled her face.

"Clarke, run" is the last thing I heard and I woke up confused, excited, and slightly fearful. I rubbed my eyes, looking around at my surroundings. I was back in the tent, and the loneliness crept back in, filling the tent up. I sat up, looking out the small tent window. It was still dark, but the moon was setting. I opened the tent, and stretched. I walked to the log and sat, pulling out my water bottle and was disappointed to find out I had no more water.

I had seen a creek on my way to the rubble, so I would just back track there when light was on my side. I was about to light another fire when I heard a twigs crack, and voices a couple feet away. Instinct kicked in, and I got on the ground fast. Lexa taught me to use the elements as cover for protection, and I was gonna use the shade and leaves as my protection. I listened closely, and I could hear voices getting closer.

I couldn't make out what they were saying, it almost sounded like Trigedasleng, and my heart fluttered. What if it was Grounders? Would they take me to Polis, or would they attack me like man that killed Bryne? I decided to take my chances and face the grounders that were steps away from my tent.