Lexa looks back at a sleeping Clarke as she hurries to pack as much of her belongings that she can. She tries to stay quiet as she heads towards the closet.
"Fuck" she whispers as she trips over the edge of the bed.
Clarke turns in the bed, but remains asleep. Lexa breathes a sigh of relief as she feels her heart rate pick up from almost waking the sleeping woman. She focuses back on the task at hand, and grabs as many of her outfits from the closet as fast as she can. She turns to look at Clarke. She shakes the feeling of guilt she feels deep in her soul, and zips up her bag.
Lexa heads toward the door, but hesitates in the doorway. She turns and makes her way to Clarke for what may be the last time. She bends down, puts her hand on Clarke's stomach, which is swollen with their first child, the one she had so much hope for, and cries silently as she whispers a sorry to the bump. She stands up one last time, looking a final time at Clarke, picks back up her bag and walks out the door, down the stairs, and out the front door. Knowing what she was leaving behind.