Chapter 2
"May we meet again"
Lexa woke with a start and sat up. She was gasping for air trying to regain her proper rhythm. Her throat burned and her cheeks were damp with tears. Her neck and back were saturated and her sleepwear clung to her delicate frame. Lexa looked up the ceiling to stop the final tear from falling. She shook her head, sighing, a dream she said internally. Dream? No, that wasn't the right word for it. She swallowed the lump in her throat and gathered her robe to head to the window. She looked out on the capitol, took in the fresh morning air and tried not to wince when her mind wandered back to the nightmare.
She blinked as the focus of the capitol drifted out of site and before her stood Clarke.
No, not Clarke but A memory.
The final memory, one lasting image thats been burned into the back of Lexa eyelids. Her wavy golden hair, the dirt and small cuts on her face, the dark circles from the stress of leading her people, the bridge of her nose, the colour draining from her cheeks, her eyes beginning to glisten with tears, her face reflecting exactly how crestfallen and devastated Lexa felt at that moment. The moment Clarke understood what Lexa had done. The moment she knew she was betrayed.
A pain struck Lexa in her chest. Instinctively her right hand shot to clutch her heart. That moment she shattered Clarke's hope she had broke her own heart all over again. Just when the pieces had just began to fall back into place. When the world began to look a little less bleak, a little less lonely Lexa had shattered her own hope as well. For her people. This mantra was less and less helpful every day. Yet here she was repeating it again, just as she had done every morning since that night. Another tear escaped her heavy unfocused stare. Without realizing what she was doing Lexa was edging closer to the window. Every step she took she stepped closer to the image of Clarke before her. Not allowing herself to reach for the young blonde, Lexa still continued to edge forward. She stopped when she felt a cold sensation again her thigh. She blinked and looked down, the image of Clarke vanishing into smoke as she realized she walked straight into the balcony railing. Lexa shuddered, confused before looking not out over the balcony…but down.
Slowly her head tilted to the right as she slowly began to contemplate the ground below her. After the ground she contemplated the fall, she imagined the sting of the cool morning air rushing all around her, her braids and clothes whipping around her body against the rush of movement, as she contemplated the climb onto the railing her body absentmindedly followed her thoughts, she was now physically standing on the thick cement railing. Eyes trained down, the cool morning breeze crashed into her, pulling at her clothes, pushing against her, forcing her to brace herself against it less she be knocked off the railing back into the safety of her balcony. When the breeze let up, Lexa released a little of her tension, blinking she slowly came to. The realization of where she was standing sunk in all at once and way too fast. Lexa gasped as she came to, but she did not move. She remained there, allowing herself to absorb the moment, the thoughts and the actions that led her to this moment. All she would have to do is step. One tiny step forward and she could begin her own journey to the ground. The sentiment pained her again, like a dagger to the heart… Clarke. More tears began to escape Lexa's eyes, she made no move to stop them, she let them fall. She watched each one roll down her cheeks, some landing on the railing below her feet, most falling from the tower completely.
"Commander?" a knock came from somewhere behind her. Lexa didn't flinch, she wasn't even sure if she heard it. "Commander? It's about Clarke Kom SkaiKru."