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Fragile and heavy, it laid alone but okay.

I wasn't ready to be healed but you came and patched the broken cracks with Band-Aids and laughter. 

You held my heart in your palms feeling it start to beat again. 

I felt the warmth of your hands against my heart, in my mind, on my face. 

We were perfect until the seizing in your hands started.

Slowly squeezing until the first drop of blood drips from a reopened crack. 

You liked the way the blood dripped down your fingers so you kept squeezing.

Every crack reopening, some forming new ones.

New cracks leading to the center of my heart splitting it into a million pieces. 

I watched you squeeze harder everyday, staring into your eyes as you destroyed me. 

Staring at those beautiful eyes as the light from mine faded. 

You stood in a puddle of my blood and pieces of me scattered, 

Family formed is the strongest feeling felt.

Once gained the loss will leave you yearning for that feeling anywhere. 

I thought that feeling would never leave with you.

Safe in your arms, the warmth would surround me overwhelmingly. 

Now all I feel is cold as your hands lock around mine.

I feel your weight on me crushing,

If I let go you’ll crumble, if I hold on I'll suffocate.

Desperately trying to freeze time to let us breath in the cracks,

The right hand strikes 0 now, surrounded by cold, I lay. 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Lexa Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - The 100 (TV) Fusion, The 100 (TV) Season 6, Clexa Week, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, One Shot, Short One Shot, Short & Sweet Summary:

How the 100 should have ended... (Clexa endgame)

     Historia watched as the love of her life fled to help the traitors. She knew this would be the last time she would be able to see her. For soon she would be in the hands of the enemy, killed, never getting a chance to be with her. Time seemed to slow down and before she was pulled back to the present, she sketched the last image of Ymir she would ever see in her mind.

“Historia we have to go!” Connie shouted.

     She gulped down the lump forming in her throat and rode on with her squad retreating towards the walls.  The ride back felt like an eternity, memories of Ymir came flooding back. The soft touch of her hand against her cheek, the smell of her lingering, her voice as she spoke her name. It was then Historia knew she loved Ymir. Not just as friends, but she was in love with her. So much that it felt a part of her own being was left behind on the battlefield, perhaps never to be filled again. That part of her would die along with Ymir. Perhaps in another life, she thought, she would be my wife. A tear rolled down Historia’s cheek, and she smiled. 

My wife.

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