A/N Okay, I promise this is the last chapter focused on Lexa's depression stuff. A lot of you seem to not like the way this sequel is going, so I might be ending the sequel sooner than I thought, which is fine since I write for you guys :) Ii know you want this story to be more like the first one, but I had no inspiration for the first anymore which is why I created the sequel, I was planning for a trilogy but I'm not sure that'll happen. There's so much more story I want to tell, but I'm not sure how. If you could tell me what you hate about this story and what you like, I might be able to make the story more appealing for the readers. Until next time :)

Clarke

There's a lot of things I never thought I'd ever do. And walking an energetic German Shepard puppy down a snowy NYC sidewalk was one of them.

I wasn't too thrilled when my father decided to get Lexa a puppy for Christmas—technically the puppy was for the two of us, but I didn't want the responsibility of a puppy. Yet, here I am, out in the cold, walking him. Commander. Lexa named his Commander. I argued that she was Commander, but in Lexa fashion she looked at me and said "Ai laik Heda." I love her, but I was seconds away from strangling her!

I phone began vibrating and I smiled at the name on the screen.

"Hey," I answered with a smile, which faltered when Commander pulled me forward.

"Hi."

"How'd it go?"

She just sighed. "Okay?"

"Lexa," I began sternly. "Did you talk to him?"

"You told me I had to go to see the therapist, you didn't say I had to talk to him."

"Lexa!"

"I'm…I'm not ready, Clarke. Not yet."

"Lexa, you need to talk to someone if you're not going to talk to Dad or me."

"Sorry," she muttered.

"Don't apologize. Just…get better."

….

"Damn it!" I picked up another pair of shoes, chewed by the pup. "Dad!"

He walked into the room, trying not to grin at me. "He ate another pair of my shoes, Dad."

"He's a puppy, Clarke."

"He's a little ass who chews everything he can get his little mouth on!"

Lexa, who walked through the door, with a scowl on her face, growled "If you want to get rid of him, then just get rid of him."

"Lexa!" I called, but she ignored me, slamming the door.

"What just happened?" Dad asked me.

I sighed. "I finally convinced her to go see a therapist, it put her in a really sour mood." I tossed the shoe to the side, the problem of the chewer forgotten. "I'll go talk to her."

I walked to the door, opening it slowly. "Lex?"

"Go away."

I ignored her, sitting on the bed beside her. "You don't want to talk, then fine. But you're going to listen." She finally rolled on her back so she could see me. "I get that you're hurting, Lexa, I get it. But you're not the only one hurting from this. You're not alone, and it's killing me to watch you every day like this. I love you, Lexa. I'm going to marry you, I'm going to be with you every step of the way, every single day for the rest of my life. So please, stop pushing me away. I need you."

Her chin quivered and she sat up and I wrapped my arms around her, letting her cry on my shoulder. I buried my face in her hair, letting the tears I've been holding back for weeks finally come out.

"I'll talk to him. I'll talk to you," she choked out. "I promise."