Fixing Clexa's story to give them an ending they deserved (an *ending, not the journey they deserved). They are clearly endgame but it turned into a bit more of an adult-themed journey to get there so just a warning it takes a slightly dark turn ar...
Imaging the kind of scene in a show where the camera is out of focus/slowly coming into focus, noises are blurred and far away like when someone is like coming out of a coma or unconsciousness..... that's what the Italics are trying to symbolize in this beginning part.
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(Muffled, distant voices) "Lexa....."
It's like someone yelling at her from down a long tunnel.
"Lexa!"
Hazy. Like she's in a dream. Maybe none of this is real. She's starting to sweat. Is she breathing? Please don't let it be real.
"Lexa!"
It's just black. Everything. Black. Her knuckles are black. Her eyes are black.
Luna's face underneath her. Black.
"LEXA!"
Her breaths come in quick bursts. Her fists smash hysterically one after another down at the girl limp underneath her on the floor of her tent.
"LEXA STOP!"
The words repeat with each connection her fists make to skin. Like another language she is trying to understand.
Cabin.
Ontari.
Clarke.
Taken.
Niylah.
Dead.
Clarke.
Gone.
Ontari.
Clarke.
Sketchbook.
Ontari.
Ivar.
Fight.
Thora.
Killed.
Clarke.
Hair.
Taken.
Gone.
Ontari.
Clarke.
Gone.
Clarke.
Her Clarke.
Taken.
Gone.
"LEXA GET OFF HER!"
She had barely comprehended any of it as Luna tried to explain. Explained how Clarke never refused to come back with her. Never said those things about her and Bellamy. Never gave Luna a message to relay to Lexa with her sketchbook.
