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The Other Side

Madi sank into the stiff hospital chair beside her mother Lexa's bed, the sterile environment barely registering through her exhausted grief. Lexa lay unmoving but for the mechanical rise and fall of her chest in time with the ventilator's rhythmic pulses. Her paper-thin skin was mottled with age, her once bright eyes closed.

Madi clutched Lexa's frail hand, thumb gently stroking over wrinkled knuckles, tears welling up as she braced herself for the painful but inevitable next steps. After many years battling illness, Lexa's health had rapidly declined over the past few months. Despite the best efforts of doctors and medicine, Lexa's aged body could fight no more.

Though every fiber of Madi's being screamed in protest, she knew this was the last loving gift she could give her mother. Lexa had made her wishes clear long ago - she did not want to linger like this. Madi swallowed hard against the ache in her throat. With an unsteady hand, she signed the forms to disconnect Lexa's life support.

"I love you, Mom," Madi whispered, bending to kiss Lexa's cool fingers one final time. Lexa had accepted this end long ago, but Madi wasn't ready to lose her, wasn't ready to face the world without her mother's wisdom and love. But she drew courage from doing what was right, even as her heart splintered.

The doctors and nurses entered solemnly, with the gravity of the moment in their eyes. Madi held Lexa's hand, stroking her skin as the ventilator was silenced. She murmured softly to Lexa as the last breaths faded, hoping her words would give comfort. As the monitors flatlined, Madi's tears spilled over. Though devastated by loss, she found solace knowing her beloved mother was finally free of suffering and at peace.

As the monitors let out their final whine, Lexa felt suddenly weightless, untethered. She found herself still in the hospital room, but strangely detached, observing the scene unfold from the corner.

Madi sat crumpled beside the lifeless body in the bed, clutching the thin hand tightly as wracking sobs overtook her. Lexa's heart broke, wanting more than anything to go to her daughter, to comfort her and ease her pain.

But something stopped her as she tried to step forward. Like a veil had been lifted, Lexa suddenly understood with crisp clarity that she no longer belonged in this world. She was but a spirit now, her mortal form still and silent under the sterile sheets.

As much as it tore at her, Lexa knew she could not touch her daughter again. Madi would have to walk this last stretch of grief alone. Doctors and nurses entered solemnly, but none acknowledged Lexa standing unseen in the corner. She wanted to call out, but no sound left her.

Lexa longed to stay as her daughter needed her most. But she felt the inexorable pull away from the pain and suffering that had marred her last years. Madi would mourn, would miss her terribly, but Lexa knew she would be okay. She had to believe that as she felt herself fading, Madi's cries growing distant. Lexa let go, comforted that Madi was strong enough to carry forward with the love they shared still living on inside her.

As Lexa felt her spirit fading, she noticed a soft glow emerging in the distance. Drawn to its tranquil warmth, she started drifting towards it as if carried by a gentle tide.

The light grew brighter, beckoning her into its comforting embrace. Lexa felt neither fear nor trepidation - only a sense of calm and anticipation, like she was headed exactly where she belonged.

The closer she came to the radiance, the lighter Lexa felt - the pain, the exhaustion, the weight of years lifted until she was free, floating through the glow.

As she crossed the threshold into the light, a feeling of profound peace enveloped Lexa completely. The warmth cascaded over her like a blanket of love, washing away all worries and heartaches from her earthly life.

She glided further into the light, feeling lighter than air. Surrounded by the glow, she sensed herself healing and becoming whole again. Although she would miss her loved ones, she knew they would all be together again one day.

For now, Lexa allowed the tranquility of the light to fill her completely, grateful for this moment of grace. She surrendered herself to it fully, ready to discover what new adventures awaited in this wondrous place beyond.

As the radiant light gently faded around her, Lexa found herself standing in a grassy meadow. A pleasant breeze rustled through the lush green grass dotted with wildflowers swaying gently in the wind.

The meadow opened to a crystal-clear pond, where ducks glided across the serene water. Their quacking mingled with the chirping of birds perched in the trees at the edge of the meadow. It all seemed to blend into a symphony of natural sounds that put Lexa instantly at ease.

She took a deep breath, the fresh floral air filling her lungs. The warmth of sunlight washed over her, basking the meadow in a soft idyllic glow. As Lexa soaked in the tranquil beauty surrounding her, she felt profoundly at peace.

All worries and pains from her past life melted away. Here there was only this perfect moment - the ducks babbling on the pond, the rustling grass, the melodies of songbirds. She knew this was only the beginning of the wonders that awaited her now that she had passed on. But for now, Lexa was content to stand still and savor the serenity of this meadow.

Lexa stood transfixed in the serene meadow, still coming to terms with her passage into the afterlife. As she breathed in the peaceful surroundings, a familiar voice suddenly spoke behind her.

"Lexa…"

She whirled around, heart leaping. There, bathed in warm sunlight, stood Clarke. Lexa's hands flew to her mouth, tears instantly springing forth. Her wife, her soulmate, looked radiant and healthy, the cancer that had stolen her away now banished.

"Clarke!" Lexa rushed forward, pulling Clarke into a fierce embrace. She clung to her, sobs racking her body. The feel of Clarke solid and real in her arms again was almost too much to bear. Lexa pressed desperate kisses to her wife's shoulder, hair, forehead, tears flowing freely.

"My Clarke…you're here, you're here," she repeated in awe, still unable to believe this reunion.

Clarke held her shaking wife close, her own eyes glistening. "I told you we'd meet again, love," she murmured into Lexa's hair. They stayed locked in each other's arms for timeless moments, the rest of the world fading away.

Finally, Lexa drew back just enough to cradle Clarke's face in her hands. She reverently traced every beloved curve and line with her fingers, re-memorizing what her heart had never forgotten.

"I've missed you so much. Not a day went by that I didn't think of you," Lexa rasped emotionally.

Lexa trembled, still stunned by Clarke's sudden appearance. "How can you be here?" she whispered.

Clarke's eyes creased with understanding. She gently cupped Lexa's cheek; touch achingly familiar. "Oh, love, I never left you."

Lexa's breath caught, tears overflowing. "You were with me…all this time?"

"I was." Clarke's voice was thick with emotion. "I watched you grieve. I saw your strength as you learned to live without me. I cheered your joys and cried your sorrows."

She took Lexa's hands, voice fervent. "Even when you couldn't feel me there, I walked every step beside you. I was so proud of you, Lexa. Your courage, your heart…you shone so brightly, even through the pain."

A sob escaped Lexa's throat. She surged forward, capturing Clarke's lips desperately, trying to meld their souls back into one. Clarke returned the kiss with equal fervor, hands tangling in Lexa's hair.

They clung together bruisingly tight, making up for decades apart. Lips and tongues spoke wordless languages of sorrow, of joy, of devotion.

When they finally parted for air, cheeks wet with sorrow and elation, Lexa knew no force could ever sunder them again. Gazing into Clarke's ocean eyes, she found home.

Clarke gently spoke. "There's someone else here who wants to see you, love."

Before Lexa could reply, a wry voice called out, "Still stealing my sister, Clarke?"

Lexa turned to see Anya striding up, trademark smirk in place. Overjoyed, Lexa rushed to embrace her.

"Anya! Is it really you?" She clung tight, breathing deeply the familiar scent of home.

Anya chuckled and squeezed back. "You didn't think I'd let Clarke monopolize your arrival?"

Clarke laughed. "Competitive as always, Anya."

"You know me well." Anya smiled tenderly at her sister. "I've missed you so much, Lexa."

"And I missed you," Lexa replied emotionally.

Anya kept an arm wrapped around Lexa's shoulders and gestured ahead. "Come, walk with me. We have a lot to talk about, little sister."

As they strolled through the lush meadow, Lexa noticed a change in Anya's demeanor and presence.

"You seem different, Anya," Lexa remarked. "Lighter, somehow."

Anya rolled her eyes dramatically. "That's what happens when you kick the bucket, Lexa. Sudden onset of rainbows and butterflies."

Lexa chuckled at her sarcasm. "No, really. You're practically…happy."

"Don't sound so surprised," Anya shot back, eyes glinting with humor. "I know I had a reputation for being stern and intimidating-"

"Downright scary," Lexa interjected with a grin.

"But death has a way of lifting burdens and revealing truth," Anya continued. "Turns out under all the gruffness, I'm just an old softy."

As they strolled through the meadow, Anya piped up in her signature blunt tone, "So, little sister, time for you to take a trip down memory lane."

Lexa blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know, relive the highlight reel of your life," Anya replied matter-of-factly with a wave of her hand. "All the greatest hits and embarrassing moments."

Clarke shot Anya an exasperated yet amused look. "What she means is you'll revisit impactful memories to process them in a new light."

"Basically mental spring cleaning," Anya quipped with a smirk.

Lexa frowned uncertainly. "Is it…difficult?"

Clarke smiled reassuringly, giving her hand a squeeze. "It can be emotional, but it brought me a lot of clarity and closure."

"Yeah, grab the tissues, sis," Anya said wryly. Seeing Lexa's nervous expression, she softened and hugged her. "Hey, we'll be right there with you. I promise I'll go easy on the teasing…for a few memories at least."

That coaxed a small laugh from Lexa. With Clarke and Anya by her side, she felt ready. "Okay then, let's do this."

Anya playfully ruffled her hair. "Look at you, brave as ever. Lead on, ladies."

And arm in arm, they carried on through the meadow, Lexa ready to rediscover and find peace in a life fully lived, bumps and all.

As they crested a hill, a quaint cottage came into view. Clarke and Anya exchanged a knowing glance before guiding Lexa inside.

The cottage's interior held a cozy screening room, with plush couch facing a blank wall-sized screen.

Anya plopped down and propped her feet up. "Kick back and relax, sis. We're binge-watching Life of Lexa: The Extended Director's Cut."

Clarke shot Anya a look as she gently led Lexa to sit. "What Anya means is that this is where you'll revisit significant moments and memories."

She gave Lexa's hand a reassuring squeeze. "I know it's daunting, but we'll be right here. It really helped me find closure."

Lexa anxiously fiddled with her shirt hem, comforted by Clarke's words yet nervous to relive the past.

Noticing her unease, Anya leaned over to nudge Lexa playfully. "Hey, try to enjoy it! At least we'll get to see all your most embarrassing baby photos."

That surprised a small laugh out of Lexa. With Anya's humor and Clarke's support, she felt ready to reflect on a life fully lived. As the screen flickered to life, Lexa took a deep breath and laced her fingers with Clarke's, grateful not to be taking this journey alone.

The screen flickered showing a young, exhausted Gustus cradling newborn Lexa while toddler Anya clung to his leg. Despite the heavy bags under his eyes, he gazed at his girls with pure love.

Anya gave a sad smile, seeing their father adjust to suddenly being a single parent again after Anya's own mother passed away in childbirth and Gustus remarrying a few years later.

The scene changed to Gustus sitting the girls down, tears in his eyes as he explained Lexa’s mother had left, realizing too late she wasn't ready for motherhood. Little Anya boiled with rage while baby Lexa gurgled innocently, unaware of her abandonment.

More memories followed of Gustus patiently juggling parenting, work, grief. The strong man cried alone at night, then got up to cheerily care for the girls like nothing was wrong.

Lexa's eyes brimmed with tears as understanding washed over her. "He sacrificed everything for us…and never let us feel like we weren't enough."

Anya nodded, also emotional. "He was our rock. I'm so proud of the father he was."

Lexa squeezed Clarke’s hand, pride and sorrow swirling within her at the loves gained and lost in life. But with Anya's steady humor and Clarke's embrace, Lexa felt ready to continue discovering the meaning woven through it all.

The screen transitioned to a young Lexa sitting alone at a school lunch table, reading a book and shyly avoiding eye contact with rowdy classmates.

Another scene showed Lexa eagerly raising her hand in class, thirsty for knowledge. "My little nerd," Anya said affectionately, ruffling Lexa's hair.

Then the playground appeared. A group of older kids taunted and pushed a small boy to the ground. Before adults could intervene, Lexa marched up and put herself between them, yelling at the bullies until they backed off.

Clarke smiled proudly as young Lexa helped the boy up and walked with him to the nurse's office.

"You were always protecting the vulnerable," Clarke murmured. Lexa blushed but felt warmed revisiting this early act of courage.

The screen shifted to show teenage Lexa dutifully going through classes, clubs, and studying late into the night, a permanent crease of concentration between her brows. Clarke and Anya smiled fondly, seeing traces of the studious girl they loved.

But beneath Lexa's focused exterior, pain lurked in her downturned eyes whenever friends gushed about crushes on boys or going on dates. At night, Lexa buried her head in her pillow to muffle sobs, clutching her stomach as she grappled alone with her sexuality.

She ached to confide in someone, but shame and fear kept the words locked deep inside. Lexa was terrified of disappointing the loving father who had sacrificed everything for her. She longed to be 'normal', for these feelings to just disappear.

Anya gripped Lexa's shoulder tightly. "Lexa…I had no idea you carried this alone. You should have told me."

Lexa sighed, leaning into her sister. "I thought I had to hide it from everyone. I thought I could change it through sheer will."

"Oh, my darling." Clarke wrapped her arms around Lexa, kissing her temple. "Your beautiful heart has always been your greatest gift. I'm so sorry you suffered in silence."

The screen faded to a young Lexa starting a summer job before college, her smile lighting up whenever a certain co-worker entered. A furtive glance here, a lingering touch there…it was clear a bond was forming between the two girls.

Lexa had yet to fully embrace her identity, but with this girl - Costia - she glimpsed a hopeful future. In Costia's eyes, Lexa could imagine a life where she loved freely, without shame or fear.

The summer passed in a blissful haze for the infatuated pair. Lingering caresses after closing up the shop, midnight drives with hands intertwined, dreaming aloud of plans bigger than their small town.

But as summer waned, reality began to crack through the idyllic façade. This relationship was only meant to last the magical months before college took them on diverging paths.

Lexa's face crumpled as she watched the screen, heart breaking anew as her younger self grappled with her first love ending. Anya wrapped a sturdy arm around her, wordlessly imparting strength.

While intensely painful, this experience taught Lexa resilience and, in time, empathy for her young, eager self. It taught her that love, however fleeting, was a gift to be grateful for rather than resent.

With a deep breath, Lexa squeezed Clarke's hand, signaling she was ready to continue reliving her past with poise - the heartaches and the joys having shaped the woman she became.

The screen shifted to a college dorm room, Lexa perched anxiously on the bare mattress. She glanced around at the sterile emptiness - her new home. It was move-in day and her roommate had yet to arrive.

Lexa felt utterly alone, homesickness already settling into her gut. She missed her dad's awful cooking and Anya's playful teasing. Everything here felt foreign and lonely.

A phone call from Gustus barely holding back the tears. "I'm proud of you, kiddo. You've got this," he said gently before hanging up.

Lexa lay back on the mattress, letting the tears fall freely now. She whispered into the empty room, "I don't know if I can do this."

Anya rubbed Lexa's back as they watched. "It's always hardest at first, little sis. But you showed real strength."

Clarke nodded. "This was just the start of finding yourself. We're here now."

Lexa smiled gratefully through bittersweet tears. With her family's love, she could view that scared girl with compassion, proud of the independent woman she was becoming.

The screen transitioned to show Lexa sitting in a crowded lecture hall on her college campus. Students chattered around her, but Lexa was lost in her own thoughts, doodling idly in her notebook.

When a blonde girl suddenly entered the room, Lexa's gaze was drawn to her immediately, as if by gravity. The chatter and noise of the room seemed to fade around the mystery girl's radiant presence.

Lexa watched, transfixed, as the girl confidently picked a seat and got settled, unaware of Lexa's eyes tracking her every movement. Lexa spent the rest of the class stealing glances at the beautiful, intriguing stranger instead of paying attention.

"Well would you look at that, I left quite an impression," Clarke teased, nudging Lexa playfully. Lexa smiled bashfully at being caught mooning over Clarke.

"You certainly did," Lexa murmured affectionately, giving Clarke a quick peck on the cheek before turning back to the screen, eager to relive the memories of how they first fell in love.

The screen faded back in to Lexa's sophomore year. That captivating blonde Clarke still caught her eye around lectures, her smile making Lexa's heart skip a beat each time. But Lexa could never quite work up the nerve to approach her.

Instead, a connection blossomed with Luna, a clever brunette who sat near Lexa in economics. Their classroom banter quickly led to inside jokes and study sessions that felt more like playful dates.

Lexa felt herself falling - Luna's quick wit, creativity, and fiercely independent spirit drawing her in. And being able to finally hold a girl's hand out in public on campus filled Lexa's heart to bursting.

For a time, it was perfect. But slowly, the laughter came less easily, the kisses less passionate. As the months passed, they both sensed this relationship had an expiration date. Still, Lexa knew she'd grown from loving Luna deeply, if not forever.

When they parted ways, Lexa mourned what they'd had. But she emerged wiser about listening to her heart's truths, unafraid of where it might lead next. More than ever, she felt ready to be bold when the right person came along.

And as the screen's scene changed, Lexa gave Clarke's hand a grateful squeeze, knowing where fate had guided her all along.

The screen showed Lexa reluctantly attending a party at the urging of her roommate. Loud music and crowds were not her scene. But when she spotted Clarke running out the door in tears, Lexa instantly rushed after her without a second thought.

She found Clarke curled up on a bench, mascara smudged down her cheeks. Tentatively, Lexa sat beside her and passed over a tissue. Clarke poured her heart out about walking in on her boyfriend Finn cheating.

Lexa listened and validated Clarke's pain. She spoke about her own experiences of being betrayed in the past. Their conversation flowed naturally as they realized how much they could relate to one another.

In comfort there was an undeniable connection - one that wouldn't be ignored again. Lexa walked Clarke home, both feeling they'd made a true friend to face life's ups and downs with. It was the start of something meaningful.

The screen jumped ahead to show Clarke and Lexa laughing together as they strolled across campus. In the months since the party, the two had become incredibly close friends.

Lexa's heart leapt whenever she was near Clarke. As they did homework together in the library, Lexa often found herself lost in Clarke's eyes instead of her textbooks.

She ached to reveal her true feelings, but fear held her back. Lexa was terrified of jeopardizing their precious friendship if Clarke didn't feel the same way.

So, Lexa kept her love silent and cherished every moment with Clarke - movie nights snuggled under blankets, cheering at sporting events, long talks lying under the stars.

Clarke remained oblivious to Lexa's pining looks and constant blushing. Lexa almost found the courage to confess her love, but the year ended with the words left unsaid.

"Don't worry, you'll tell me soon enough," Clarke reassured Lexa playfully, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. Lexa smiled and pulled Clarke closer as they resumed reminiscing.

Clarke was venting to Lexa about another infuriating date. "Ugh, at this point I'm ready to swear off men forever," she huffed.

She dramatically flopped backwards onto the bed. "Maybe I should just fully embrace being bisexual instead. Guys are the worst."

Lexa chuckled at her friend's theatrics. "Hey, nothing wrong with batting for both teams."

Clarke tilted her head. "Ha, good point," she replied with a grin.

Lexa smiled warmly. "However, you choose to identify is cool with me. I'll support you no matter what."

"Aww, you're the best," Clarke said appreciatively, giving her a quick side hug.

They chatted more about Clarke's dating woes and future plans. Lexa was just happy her friend felt comfortable being open about who she was.

Clarke laughed as the memory faded. "I was trying so hard to give you hints that I was interested in girls too," she said, turning to Lexa. "But you were oblivious!"

Lexa smiled sheepishly. "I know, I was too nervous to let myself believe you could like me as more than a friend."

"I definitely had a crush on you by then," Clarke admitted. "I'm glad we finally got on the same page."

She squeezed Lexa's hand affectionately before they turned back to watch the rest of their love story unfold.

The scene shifted again to Lexa fidgeted anxiously with her hands. She had to tell Clarke how she felt before they left for school.

"Clarke, I need to be honest about something," she started, heart racing. "I care about you as way more than a friend. And leaving you is killing me because…because I think I'm falling in love with you."

Clarke's eyes went wide, her breath hitching. For an agonizing moment Lexa was terrified she'd made a mistake.

But then Clarke surged forward, crashing their lips together clumsily in her urgency. Lexa melted into the passionate kiss; all her longing finally laid bare.

When they parted both were tearful, foreheads pressed together. "I'm so in love with you too," Clarke whispered emotionally. "I've been dying to tell you."

"Long distance will suck so much, but we'll make this work, I promise," Clarke vowed fiercely.

The scene shifted again as Clarke got up briefly from the bed she was sharing with Lexa.

Alone with her swirling thoughts, Lexa was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of emotions she hadn’t fully processed earlier. Tears of joy welled up unexpectedly as she thought about how special this moment was, how deeply she cared for Clarke.

When Clarke returned from the bathroom, she noticed Lexa quickly wipe at her eyes. "Hey, what's going on?" Clarke asked gently as she slid back under the covers. She tenderly brushed a strand of hair from Lexa's face.

Lexa gave a watery smile, debating whether to share what she was feeling.

Sensing Lexa's hesitation, Clarke took her hands. “Talk to me, love,” she urged with care.

Lexa took a shaky breath. “Just feeling very blessed and overcome right now,” she admitted honestly.

Lexa turned to Clarke, her expression open and vulnerable. “You're my first, Clarke. I’ve never been intimate with anyone before you.” She glanced down shyly.

Clarke's eyes softened with empathy. She pulled Lexa into a warm embrace. “I didn’t know this is your first time, love,” Clarke whispered, stroking Lexa's hair. “I assumed you and Luna had been together that way.”

Lexa nestled into Clarke, relieved she understood. "I was scared to share that before. But with you, this feels different. I’ve never felt closer to or trusted someone enough to be that vulnerable until now.”

Clarke smiled and kissed Lexa tenderly, conveying all the love in her heart then she murmured. “I’m honored to be your first.”

They held each other in the dark, this new depth to their connection bringing them even closer together.

As the scene on screen showed Clarke and Lexa's first time becoming intimate, Anya suddenly sat up and waved her hands.

"Whoa there, that's my cue to give you two some privacy," she exclaimed, shielding her eyes dramatically.

Lexa and Clarke burst out laughing as Anya leapt up from the couch.

"As happy as I am for you both, I do NOT need to see that kind of thing involving my little sister," Anya joked, pretending to head for the door.

"Oh come on, we're all adults here," Clarke teased back.

"Lalalala, I can't hear you," Anya called out loudly, making a show of covering her ears.

Lexa shook her head in amusement. "Don't worry Anya, it's fading out. We can handle a little romance without trauma."

Anya peeked back cautiously before retaking her seat. "Alright, but if clothes start coming off, I'm out of here!"

The sisters exchanged a playful grin, Anya's humor shining through as always. With lighthearted moments like this, even difficult memories could be fondly recalled.

The screen transitioned to a bustling university quad filled with graduating students in caps and gowns. Lexa spotted Clarke in the crowd and they rushed to embrace, overjoyed on this momentous occasion.

Scanning the audience, Lexa felt her heart swell seeing Anya and her father Gustus waving excitedly. Beside them were Clarke's parents, cheering loudly as they each crossed the stage to accept their diplomas.

After the ceremony, they met up with their family for hugs and photos. "We're so proud of you both," Gustus said, wiping away tears.

"What an amazing journey you've shared," Clarke's mom added warmly.

Anya playfully pretending to inspect their empty diploma cases. "Yep, these look legitimate!"

Everyone laughed together, faces glowing with pride and love on this special day.

Transitioning again Lexa noticed Anya's name flashing on her phone. She answered with a cheerful "Hello!" expecting her usual banter with her sister.

But Anya's solemn tone immediately told her something was wrong. "Lexa, there's been an accident. It's Dad…"

Lexa sank to the floor as Anya relayed what happened, tears already clouding her vision. "No, no, no…" she muttered in disbelief. Her father, her beloved Dad, gone? It couldn't be real.

But the pain in Anya's voice confirmed her worst fears. Lexa's whole body felt numb, unable to comprehend life without her father's steady presence. Anya stayed on the phone for hours, grieving together.

In the painful days that followed, Clarke became Lexa's rock - holding her up as she cried, making sure she took care of herself. At the funeral, they clung tightly to each other for support.

Watching the painful scene unfold, Anya's eyes glistened with tears. The grief still felt raw and immediate, even after all this time. She reached over and gently squeezed Lexa's shoulder in silent solidarity.

Clarke's heart ached for the girl she loved, knowing firsthand the agony of losing a father. She gripped Lexa's hand a little tighter, remembering how she had clung to Lexa for support on that awful day of her own father’s funeral.

Lexa placed her hand over Clarke's, drawing strength from her presence now as she had back then in her darkest moments. It had taken time, but together they had found their way through the grief.

The screen flashed to Lexa sitting on the edge of an unmade bed, gazing emptily around a messy dorm room. Textbooks and papers were strewn everywhere.

There was a knock on the door and Clarke entered slowly. "Hey Lexa," she said softly, surveying the disarray with worried eyes.

Lexa didn't respond, staring blankly at the floor. Dark circles shadowed her eyes and it looked like she hadn't showered in days.

Clarke's heart broke seeing her girlfriend so despondent. She sat gently next to Lexa and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"The school called. They're worried about you," Clarke said delicately. Lexa just shrugged, eyes never leaving the floor.

Clarke rubbed her back. "I hate to see you struggling like this. Why don't you come stay with me for a while in Arkadia after the semester?"

Lexa finally met her gaze, eyes swimming with tears. "I dropped out of the program, Clarke. I just can't anymore." Her voice cracked as she collapsed into Clarke's arms.

The screen shifted to show Lexa slowly carrying boxes into Clarke's cozy apartment, her eyes downcast and movements heavy. She disappeared into the guest room without a word.

Over the next weeks, Lexa rarely emerged - either crying or staring blankly at the walls for hours on end. Clarke brought meals she barely touched and held Lexa when the grief overwhelmed her.

But Clarke never gave up hope. One sunny morning, she gently coaxed Lexa out to the balcony. Clarke stroked her hair as Lexa closed her eyes and turned her face up to the warm rays, tears glinting on her lashes. It was a start.

Anya watched the painful scenes, arm wrapped tightly around her sister even now. Clarke held Lexa's hand, heart swelling with pride at the incredible strength Lexa had shown even in her darkest moments.

As Lexa gradually emerged from the darkness of grief, she spent many late nights talking with Clarke about what truly mattered most to her.

"I don't think I want to continue down the path of getting an MBA," she admitted one evening after a long reflective walk. "Pursuing that degree was more about making good money than passion."

Clarke nodded, letting her continue.

"If I've learned anything from losing Dad, it's that life is short and unpredictable. I want to spend my years helping people in need, making a real difference."

Lexa took a deep breath. "I've decided I want to become a lawyer instead. Focusing on human rights or immigration law. What do you think?"

Clarke's face lit up with a proud smile. She took both of Lexa's hands in hers. "I think that sounds absolutely perfect for you. Your compassion and drive to protect the vulnerable have always been so inspiring." Lexa teared up at Clarke's wholehearted support.

The screen shifted to Lexa poring over LSAT study books and filling out law school applications with renewed energy. Clarke brought her coffee as she worked, exchanging excited smiles over this hopeful new chapter ahead.

Though the grief still came in waves, Lexa now had direction again. She felt her father's spirit urging her on as she pursued a career that honored the values of justice and service he had instilled in her.

With Clarke cheering her on, Lexa boldly stepped forward, determined to help others even as she still healed herself. Gustus would be proud of the strong, purpose-driven woman she was becoming.

The screen flashed forward several years to a bustling law school graduation. Clarke cheered loudly as Lexa crossed the stage, beaming with pride and clutching her hard-earned diploma.

After celebrating with Clarke and Anya, Lexa prepared for job interviews, focused on finding work that could make an impact.

The scene transitioned to show Lexa on her first day at a small law firm specializing in immigration cases. She entered her modest office, setting down a box of belongings and taking a moment to soak it all in.

Lexa gazed at the family photos she arranged on her desk, drawing strength from those who believed in her. Then she took a deep breath and began preparing for her first client meeting.

Over the next months and years, Lexa built a reputation as a caring, driven attorney fighting for immigrant clients seeking green cards, work visas, citizenship, and asylum.

She worked tirelessly, knowing each case represented the hopes and livelihood of entire families. Though often uphill battles, each small victory spurred Lexa on.

At times the work was heavy and frustrating, but Lexa persisted, constantly reminded of why she chose this path. There at her law firm, she had found her calling.

Clarke and Lexa snuggled together on the couch one evening, Clarke drawing comforting circles on Lexa's back.

Lexa took a deep breath before voicing something on her mind lately. "Clarke, what would you think about starting a family together?"

Clarke's eyes widened in surprise and excitement. "You mean having a baby?"

Lexa nodded, suddenly shy. "Only if you want to, of course. But being with you these past years, building a life together…it feels like the right time to grow our family."

Clarke tilted her head thoughtfully. "We've never talked about kids. Is this something you've been thinking about a lot?"

"I have," Lexa said. "Seeing how nurturing you are with your patients…it made me realize I want a child with you."

Lexa entwined their hands. "We'd make such amazing mothers." Her voice grew thick with emotion.

Clarke squeezed Lexa's hand, equally moved. "I can't think of anything I want more than to raise a child together with you."

Their eyes locked, brimming with happy tears. Clarke pulled Lexa into a deep kiss, hope and joy spilling over at the promise of this new chapter ahead.

After many heartfelt discussions, Clarke and Lexa decided to move forward with starting a family together. They met with fertility specialists to begin the process.

The screen showed Lexa sitting anxiously in a doctor's office, clutching Clarke's hand tightly as they discussed options. Though the treatments could be draining, Lexa bravely moved forward.

There were many early mornings for appointments, injections of hormones, and procedures. Through it all, Clarke supported Lexa unwaveringly, keeping her spirits up.

Until finally, after months of effort, Lexa was able to take a pregnancy test and see those long-awaited two lines. The screen flashed to Lexa staring in awe at the positive result before pulling Clarke into a tearful embrace.

At the first ultrasound, they held hands tightly, overflowing with emotion as they heard their baby's heartbeat for the very first time. This tiny life they had dreamed of was real.

Though pregnancy came with discomforts, Lexa took it all in stride, rubbing her growing belly and feeling incredibly blessed. She and Clarke spent hours discussing baby names, decorating the nursery, and reading parenting books together.

As the screen showed a pregnant Lexa looking pale and nauseous, Anya gave her sister a playful nudge. "Morning sickness got you good, didn't it sis?" she ribbed lightheartedly. "I remember you living in the bathroom for weeks."

Lexa rolled her eyes but smiled good-naturedly at Anya's teasing. "Oh don't remind me," she laughed. "I was so sick at first I could barely get off the floor some days."

The sisters chuckled together, Anya's humor helping put the more difficult moments of pregnancy into perspective.

Against the odds, their little miracle was on the way. The screen showed Lexa beaming with one hand on her pregnant belly and the other wrapped around Clarke, their faces glowing with love and hope.

As the scenes from Lexa's pregnancy played across the screen, Clarke couldn't help but smile at the precious memories. She glanced over at Lexa, heart swelling as she remembered rubbing her ever-growing belly, feeling their baby kick for the first time. Clarke gave Lexa's hand a squeeze, reminiscing on those magical months spent preparing their home and lives for the priceless gift on the way.

The screen flashed to Lexa doubled over and breathing heavily as her water broke suddenly. Clarke rushed her to the hospital, hands clasped together.

After hours of painful contractions, Lexa was exhausted but continued pushing valiantly to bring their baby into the world. Clarke encouraged her through each contraction, wiping the sweat from her brow.

The nurses voiced concerns as labor progressed slowly. Lexa felt wracked with pain and fear but persevered, determined to safely deliver their daughter.

With Clarke by her side, she endured a grueling labor that stretched on nearly two days. Finally, with a last anguished push, their baby entered the world.

A piercing first cry filled the room and the nurses placed the wailing newborn on Lexa's chest. Tears of joy streamed down both mothers' cheeks as they gazed in awe at their daughter for the very first time.

In that transcendent moment, the painful labor faded away and overwhelming love took over. They had decided if it was a girl, her name would be Madilyn - Madi for short.

Lexa dropped kisses to her daughter's head, marveling at this miraculous child they were blessed to call their own. Their family was now complete.

As the poignant moments of Madi's birth and first meeting played out on the screen, both Clarke and Lexa felt tears well up. They clutched each other's hands tightly, emotions flooding over them.

Lexa let out a soft gasp, hand coming up to cover her mouth as she watched her exhausted but elated first embrace with baby Madi.

Clarke's eyes shimmered with happy tears seeing that powerful instant when they became mothers. She leaned into Lexa, feeling her body shaking with sobs.

They cried together, reliving the awe, joy and magic of bringing their precious daughter into the world. The tears were ones of overwhelmed gratitude for the lives they had created together.

As Clarke and Lexa wept watching baby Madi being born, Anya playfully elbowed her sister.

"Oh come on you two, turn off the waterworks," she ribbed with a smirk. "I know you're both saps but this is getting overly mushy, even for you."

Clarke and Lexa laughed through their tears, Anya's good-natured humor helping lighten the intensely emotional moment.

"We can't help it, it was just such a powerful memory," Clarke replied, wiping her eyes.

"Yeah Anya, just wait until we get to your birth scene," Lexa joked back with a watery chuckle.

"Don't worry, I made sure they didn't include the scene where you were my birth coach," Anya quipped with a smirk. "Some memories need to stay far away from this highlight reel."

The screen jumped ahead, showing a montage of cherished family moments of Madi as a baby and toddler.

There was a beaming young Madi on a camping trip, proudly holding up the first fish she caught.

Another showed Lexa and Clarke cuddled up with hot cocoa, watching Madi open presents on Christmas morning.

It flashed to the family laughing around a dinner table, Madi excitedly recounting her first day of kindergarten.

There were tender scenes of bedtime stories and family movie nights all snuggled together on the couch.

The montage rolled on to reveal Madi growing up - spelling bee wins, dance recitals, soccer games where her moms cheered loudly from the sidelines.

There were also glimpses into Lexa's meaningful work - celebrating citizenship ceremonies with clients, late nights prepping compelling court cases.

The screen jumped ahead to show a teenaged Madi arguing heatedly with Clarke and Lexa.

"You can't control my life!" she yelled, face red. "I'm going out with my friends whether you like it or not."

Clarke and Lexa exchanged worried looks. "We know you're growing up, but our rules are there for a reason," Clarke said evenly.

"Ugh I hate living here!" Madi shot back spitefully. "You never let me have any freedom." She grabbed her bag and stormed out the door.

Lexa sank onto the couch and put her head in her hands as the door slammed shut. "I thought we had a good relationship. Where did we go wrong?" she asked Clarke despairingly.

Clarke rubbed her back. "She's just pushing boundaries like all teens do. We'll get through this together."

The scenes progressed to more explosive fights as Madi pushed back against her mothers' attempts to set reasonable limits. She stayed out late, ignored calls, and refused to do chores or homework.

Though it was a painful phase, Lexa and Clarke did their best to react calmly. They knew this was part of Madi growing into an independent young woman. With patience and love, their family would find its way.

As the scenes moved closer to the fateful night of Madi's accident, Clarke instinctively tightened her grip on Lexa's hand. Lexa looked over; eyes full of sorrowful knowing.

They had lived through this painful memory once already. Now, watching those worried moments build towards the devastating late-night police visit was almost unbearable.

Clarke felt Lexa begin to tremble as the officer appeared at their doorway on-screen. She wrapped a steadying arm around her wife, pressing a kiss to her hair.

"I've got you," Clarke murmured. "We'll get through this together again."

Lexa clutched Clarke like a lifeline, tears escaping down her cheeks. Even knowing the relief that would come, those harrowing hours of uncertainty were overwhelming to re-live.

But Clarke's solid embrace and reassurance kept Lexa grounded. They had weathered the storms of life side-by-side before. This time, they knew Madi would ultimately be okay.

With Clarke's hand gripped firmly in hers, Lexa found the strength to face the accident aftermath once more. Their unbreakable bond helped soothe even the most painful memories.

"There's been an accident involving your daughter Madi," he relayed grimly. "She's been taken to the hospital."

Clarke gasped, hand flying to her mouth as Lexa stumbled back against the wall in shock. "Is she…" Clarke started, unable to finish the sentence.

"Alive but in critical condition," the officer confirmed. "I'll drive you there."

The scene changed to a waiting room where Lexa paced frantically while Clarke sat with her head in hands, both beside themselves with worry.

Finally, a doctor came out. "Your daughter is stable now. She has a concussion, some internal bleeding, and a broken arm, but we expect her to recover."

Clarke and Lexa collapsed into each other's arms, overwhelmed with relief that Madi would be okay after the harrowing accident.

When they were finally allowed in to see her, Madi broke down crying. "I'm so sorry Mom and Mama. Please forgive me," she said through tears.

They rushed to embrace her gently. "We're just thankful you're alive," Clarke murmured, kissing Madi's forehead. Lexa could only nod, too emotional to speak.

Though long recoveries lay ahead, their family was reunited and the tensions of Madi's teenage years seemed to melt away in the face of this trauma. What mattered most was health and love.

As the screen flashed through scenes of Madi's difficult teenage years and traumatic accident, it became too much for Lexa. She stood up abruptly, shaking.

"I'm sorry, I need a break from this for a few moments," she said shakily, stepping away from the screen.

Clarke quickly paused the memory playback. She went to Lexa and enveloped her in a comforting hug.

"It's okay, let's take a breather outside," Clarke said gently. She kept an arm around Lexa as they exited the screening room to sit on a bench overlooking the idyllic meadow.

The fresh air and change of scenery immediately helped calm Lexa's emotions. She took a few deep breaths as Clarke soothingly rubbed her back.

After some time reflecting in silence, Lexa turned to Clarke. "Thank you for understanding. I just got overwhelmed re-living those painful parts of Madi's life. I needed a pause."

Clarke kissed her tenderly. "Of course, love. We can take this at whatever pace you need."

Lexa smiled gratefully, taking Clarke's hand. With her wife's endless support, she felt ready to continue the journey through their cherished memories - the difficult and the joyful.

After regrouping outside for a while, Clarke and Lexa made their way back into the cozy cottage. Anya had paused the screen on a serene landscape while she waited.

As soon as they entered, Anya went straight to Lexa and enveloped her in a fierce, protective hug.

Lexa melted into her big sister's embrace, feeling the comforting, familiar love they had shared since childhood.

"I know that was really tough to sit through again," Anya murmured, uncharacteristically emotional as she held Lexa tight.

After a long moment, they finally pulled apart. Lexa gave a watery chuckle. "Look at you getting all sentimental on me. You really are just a big old softie now, aren't you sis?"

Anya laughed and ruffled Lexa's hair affectionately. "Don't you dare tell anyone."

Clarke smiled warmly at the sisters' playful banter, heart filled seeing this vulnerable side of Anya.

With her family's steadfast support, Lexa felt ready to continue exploring the memories - the difficult and the beautiful - knowing she didn't have to face them alone.

The screen's tone shifted, now flashing through heartwarming scenes of Madi graduating high school surrounded by her proud, cheering mothers.

More milestone moments followed - Madi ecstatically opening her college acceptance letter, then four years later graduating as valedictorian, celebrating with her family.

It showed Lexa's thrilled smile as she opened the doors to her very own law firm, after years of diligently working her way up.

Clarke was featured accepting a promotion to Head of Pediatrics at her hospital, eyes glistening as she shook her boss's hand.

There were touching scenes of family vacations together - laughing on the beaches of exotic locales, hiking stunning mountain trails, trying new cuisines.

Through it all, Madi happily embraced adulthood as her own woman while remaining close with her mothers. Even as life brought busyness, their family bond endured, carrying them through each season.

As the happy scenes progressed, Anya knew what was coming next. She reached over and grasped Lexa's hand supportively.

Lexa turned to look at her sister, eyes full of sorrowful understanding. Though many years had passed, the loss of Anya had felt far too soon.

"I'm right here with you," Anya said, voice thick with emotion as she gave Lexa's hand a comforting squeeze.

The screen shifted to a lively 50th birthday party for Lexa. Laughing guests mingled with drinks in hand while upbeat music played.

Lexa grinned as she opened gifts. Clarke snapped photos while Anya watched her little sister with pride and affection.

As the night went on, Anya suddenly felt an ominous tightness in her chest. She clutched at it, face distorting in pain. Alarmed, Lexa rushed to her side.

"Anya! What's wrong?"

Anya collapsed forward into Lexa's arms, gasping for breath. Partygoers shouted and scrambled to help as Lexa lowered Anya to the floor, clutching her sister desperately.

"Someone call 911!" Clarke yelled, kneeling beside them. Lexa cradled Anya's head in her lap, tears streaming down her face.

"Just hold on, help is coming," she pleaded. But the light was already fading from Anya's frightened eyes.

With a final rasping breath, Anya went still. The music and chatter died away, leaving only shocked silence and Lexa's anguished sobs as she clung to her sister's lifeless body.

As the screen went dark, Lexa broke down, guttural sobs wracking her body. The trauma of helplessly witnessing Anya's sudden death flooded over her anew.

Anya immediately wrapped Lexa in her arms, holding her shaking sister close. "I've got you, I'm right here," she murmured.

Lexa clung to Anya, tears soaking into her shirt. "Why did you have to leave us so soon?" she wept.

Anya stroked her hair gently. "I know, I know. But my spirit never really left you," she said softly.

They stayed embraced until Lexa's sobs quieted to shaky breaths. Anya kept an arm around her shoulder, providing the same steadfast comfort she had given her little sister all their lives.

Finally Lexa looked up through red-rimmed eyes. "I'm just so grateful we're together again," she whispered hoarsely.

Anya gave a bittersweet smile. "Me too. But no more tears now. We have more happy memories coming."

Lexa nodded and took a deep breath, Anya's reassuring presence helping soothe the lingering ache of loss. She was ready to continue on surrounded by the family she loved.

The scene transitioned to a sunny backyard filled with smiling faces. Lexa stood under a flower-wrapped arch, nervous excitement making her hands tremble.

Clarke appeared, radiant in a simple white dress, and the attendees all stood. Madi walked Clarke down the makeshift aisle, kissing her mother's cheek before placing Clarke's hand in Lexa's.

"After decades of sharing our lives, now feels like the perfect time to make it official," Clarke said, voice thick with emotion.

Lexa blinked back joyful tears. "You've held my heart since the moment we met. I can't wait to finally call you my wife."

In her vows, Lexa professed her unwavering love and admiration for the incredible person Clarke was. Clarke promised Lexa that this was just the beginning of forever together.

As they exchanged rings and kissed tenderly, a cheer went up from those gathered. Though long committed as partners, saying these meaningful vows cemented Lexa and Clarke's soulful bond.

Their patience in waiting for this moment made it all the sweeter. Their union had only grown stronger through a lifetime of ups and downs weathered arm in arm.

As the screen displayed Lexa and Clarke tenderly kissing at the altar, overcome with emotion on their long-awaited wedding day, the real Lexa and Clarke found themselves drawn together.

Clarke cradled Lexa's face and brought their lips together in a mirror of the passionate kiss playing out on-screen.

They held each other close, transported back to the joy and magic of that special moment becoming wives at last.

When they finally pulled back, breathless and beaming, Anya let out a watery chuckle. "Well that was quite the reenactment," she teased gently.

Clarke and Lexa turned to see Anya quickly wiping a stray tear from her eye.

"It's just…I wish I could have been there to see it in real time," Anya admitted thickly.

Lexa immediately went to hug her sister. "I know, I wish that too," she said, holding Anya tight. "But you were there in spirit."

Clarke joined the embrace. No matter what they had lost, this family would always remain woven together at the soul.

The screen jumped to Clarke and Lexa's cozy kitchen, where a nervous Madi sat down with them.

"Moms, I have some big news," she began, fiddling with her hands. "I'm pregnant."

Clarke and Lexa's eyes widened in surprise. They exchanged an emotional look.

Madi took a shaky breath. "We're young, and it's sooner than expected. But Aiden and I have decided we want to raise this child together. You're going to be grandmothers."

Tears sprang to Lexa and Clarke's eyes. They rushed from their seats to embrace Madi, overjoyed at the prospect of a grandchild.

"We're here for you one hundred percent," Clarke said supportively, holding Madi's face in her hands.

Lexa knelt beside Madi "We can't wait to meet this little one," she said, voice thick with emotion.

The screen flipped to a hospital room where Lexa and Clarke cradled a tiny newborn swaddled in a pink blanket. Madi lay resting in the hospital bed while an elated Aiden looked on.

"She's absolutely perfect," Clarke whispered, overcome with emotion as the baby gripped her finger.

"We're so proud of you both," Lexa added through joyful tears, kissing Madi's forehead.

Madi and Aiden shared a loving smile. "We want you to meet your granddaughter, Hope Alison," Madi said softly.

Tears spilled down Lexa and Clarke's cheeks at the meaningful name. "It's beautiful," Clarke choked out. "Welcome to the world, darling Hope."

The new grandparents were over the moon. After all these years, their family was blossoming with new life and boundless love to carry forth into the future.

As the tender scene faded from the screen, Clarke turned to Lexa, eyes crinkling with joy. "Do you remember how tiny and perfect Hope felt in our arms that day?"

Lexa beamed, heart swelling. "I'll never forget it. She was the most beautiful baby I'd ever seen."

They shared a happy smile, reminiscing on the emotional day they first met their precious grandchild.

Baby Hope giggling as Clarke and Lexa spoiled her with kisses. Madi announcing another pregnancy, then giving birth to a son, Isaac.

Lexa beaming proudly as she walked little Hope to her first day of school. Clarke cheering loudly at Isaac's T-ball games.

There were birthday parties with lopsided cakes, hugs and laughter. More family vacations, creating new memories together.

Thanksgiving dinners with Aiden's family blending seamlessly with Clarke and Lexa's family.

As Madi's children grew before their eyes, Lexa and Clarke found the simple joys in slow dances, bedtime stories, and rainy days spent playing. Their family expanded with love.

In between it all were tender moments of Clarke and Lexa still in their prime - holding hands contently on sunny park walks, cooking dinner together, trading loving glances across the table.

Caught up in the heartwarming memories playing across the screen, Clarke and Lexa temporarily lost themselves in nostalgia.

They watched Madi and the grandkids laughing together at Christmas, becoming immersed in the tender scene.

Suddenly the screen cut to a doctor solemnly informing Clarke she had stage 2 ovarian cancer. Clarke gasped, hand flying to her mouth in shock.

Lexa's chest constricted with remembered pain as scenes flashed of Clarke going through grueling chemotherapy, hooked up to IVs in the hospital.

They gripped each other close, breathing shakily. The happy moments faded as Clarke's challenging treatment played out, her health rapidly declining.

Lexa trembled, Clarke's devastating diagnosis still feeling raw. But Clarke's steady presence beside her kept Lexa grounded, reminding her that they had weathered this storm once before.

The screen showed a pale, exhausted Clarke taking Lexa's hands one day after a painful chemo session.

"I can't keep doing this," she said weakly. "The treatments are destroying my quality of life without much benefit."

Lexa's eyes filled with sorrow, knowing what Clarke was asking.

Clarke gave a sad smile. "I want to spend whatever time I have left being present with you, Madi, and the grandkids - making memories."

Lexa held back tears and nodded. Though it broke her heart, she understood Clarke's choice.

The next scene showed Clarke settled into their bedroom, now converted to a comfortable hospice space with Madi and Lexa caring for her.

Though devastating, Lexa focused on making Clarke's last days special. They looked through old albums, watched home videos, reminisced for hours recalling a beautiful life together.

When the end drew near, Lexa laid in bed holding Clarke close. "I'll always be with you," Clarke whispered. "You gave my life meaning."

Lexa laid beside her in bed, memorizing every detail of Clarke's face, wanting her touch imprinted.

Madi sat on the edge holding Clarke's frail hand, silent tears falling. Aiden stood behind her, hands on Madi's shoulders in solemn support.

As daylight faded, Clarke's breath slowed. Lexa leaned in close, murmuring enduring words of devotion into Clarke's ear.

With a final, peaceful exhale, Clarke went still in Lexa's arms. Lexa bowed her head, pressing a kiss to Clarke's forehead as grief overcame her.

Madi wept, kissing her mother's hand one last time. "We'll look after Mom for you," she promised through sobs.

Lexa clung to Clarke's body, unable to let go. But eventually she surrendered to much needed rest, Clarke's spirit watching over her.

Watching Clarke's final, weakening breaths play out was too much for Lexa. With a broken sob, she turned from the screen directly into Clarke's waiting arms.

Lexa wept into Clarke's shoulder, overwhelmed by the visceral agony of losing her soulmate once more. Clarke held her shaking wife close, whispering soothing words as she stroked her hair.

"I'm here, love. We're together again," Clarke murmured gently. She rocked Lexa as guttural cries racked her body.

Lexa clung to Clarke like a lifeline, tears soaking into her shirt. The pain was just as raw and real. But this time, Clarke's comforting embrace reminded her of the hope ahead.

After long moments wrapped in Clarke's arms, Lexa's cries quieted to shaky breaths. Clarke wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissed her forehead tenderly.

"I will never leave you," Clarke promised, looking deeply into Lexa's eyes. Lexa nodded, finding consolation in their unbreakable spiritual bond.

They turned back to the screen hand in hand, ready to confront the hard moments knowing joy still waited on the other side.

The screen transitioned to a somber funeral, the sky overcast and gray. Lexa stood before the casket as a stream of mourners offered hugs and tearful condolences.

She remained numb throughout the service, Madi's steadying hand on her back the only tether as her soulmate was lowered into the cold earth.

In the painful months that followed, Lexa spiraled into a deep depression. She wandered through the empty house they had shared, Clarke's lingering scent haunting her.

With Madi's gentle coaxing, she started therapy and antidepressants, but Lexa still struggled to find purpose alone. Her will to live had been tied to Clarke.

Most days Lexa could barely get out of bed, wishing only to fade away and join Clarke again. The grief was a heavy darkness threatening to consume her completely.

Lexa had been adrift in her grief for months, unable to even step foot in the law firm that she had built. Her concerned partners kindly kept operations running in her absence.

One day while halfheartedly sorting through neglected case files, one caught Lexa's eye - an immigrant mother of three pleading for asylum to flee a deadly drug lord in her home country.

As she read the detailed death threats and the family's desperate pleas for sanctuary, something in Lexa reignited. This was exactly the kind of case she had founded her firm to take on.

Over the next days, Lexa rigorously prepared their asylum claim, working with a passion she thought was lost. The judge ruled compassionately in the family's favor, granting them safety.

When the weeping mother hugged Lexa tightly in gratitude, she knew this was her calling. Though her heart still ached for Clarke, she could carry on their mission of helping others in need.

One case at a time, Lexa rediscovered purpose. Guiding families to safety like this would have made Clarke proud. Though Lexa would never stop missing her wife, she focused on living meaningful days honoring Clarke's bright legacy.

As the screen showed Lexa fervently preparing asylum cases once more, Clarke turned to her wife with a proud smile. She reached over and squeezed Lexa's hand affectionately.

"Seeing you fight for those families again makes my heart soar," Clarke said tenderly. "You always had such strength and compassion to change lives."

Lexa gave a bittersweet smile, clutching Clarke's hand. Though losing Clarke had shattered her, she now felt called back to purpose - guided by the enduring love they shared.

As the screen showed an older but still vibrant Lexa continuing to work tirelessly at the firm, Anya elbowed her sister playfully.

"Still don't know how to relax, do you sis?" she ribbed. "Most people that age are retired or at least working part time."

Lexa chuckled, eyes crinkling with mirth. "You know I'd have gone crazy just sitting around. Work kept me feeling alive."

"Clearly!" Anya laughed. Lexa smiled and shook her head indulgently.

While Lexa tried to maintain her usual hectic workload, scenes began showing the unavoidable effects of aging.

She moved a bit slower some mornings, needing an extra cup of coffee to combat fatigue. Cases took longer as her eyes grew weary late into the night.

Lexa's partners urged her to scale back her hours, but she waved them off. This firm and its mission had defined so much of her life's purpose.

But her body steadily betrayed her dedication. Arthritis crept into her hands, making typing legal briefs painfully laborious. Her back ached from long days hunched over files.

Lexa reluctantly cut back to part-time, her energy unable to match her drive anymore. She leaned on a cane while still stubbornly making the walk into work each day.

A frail, elderly Lexa was shuffling around her home when suddenly she collapsed. Madi received an emergency call that her mother had suffered a severe stroke.

At the hospital, doctors relayed the grim prognosis to Madi - the stroke had caused too much brain damage for Lexa to recover. She was hooked to a ventilator, her body sustained only by machines.

Madi sat sobbing beside her unresponsive mother, holding her hand as monitors beeped rhythmically. She knew Lexa had not wanted to linger like this. When Lexa first got sick, they'd had the difficult talk about her wishes.

Though it shattered Madi's heart, she requested the doctors discontinue the ventilator keeping Lexa's hollow shell alive. She clung to her mother as the machines were silenced, saying a final goodbye.

Clarke, Lexa, and Anya sat silently as the heartbreaking scene unfolded - Madi weeping over her mother Lexa's hospital bed, making the agonizing choice to let her go.

Watching Madi's raw grief during Lexa's final moments was still profoundly heavy.

Lexa reached for Clarke and Anya's hands, taking comfort in their presence beside her. Seeing her own fragile body giving out was difficult, but the pain of leaving Madi consumed her all over again.

"Oh, my sweet girl," Lexa whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks. Anya wrapped a steady arm around her sister in support.

Clarke pressed a kiss to Lexa's hair. "You were so brave at the end, love. And Madi showed such strength staying by your side."

Lexa sighed shakily, soaking in their solace. Though hard to witness her final days, she had made peace with the inevitability of death long ago. Her family's love had seen her through to a gentle farewell.

Now reunited beyond earthly bounds, the three took a moment to honor the passing of Lexa's mortal form. But they found hope and gratitude remembering the vibrant, meaningful life she had lived and the enduring bonds she left behind.

As the screen faded to black, Anya turned to Clarke and Lexa. "I'm going to let you two have some time. I'll be just outside if you need me."

She gave Lexa's shoulder a comforting squeeze. "You've been so strong getting through the hardest parts. But I know seeing all that couldn't have been easy."

Lexa offered a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Anya. Some time alone with Clarke sounds nice."

Clarke nodded appreciatively at Anya. After witnessing Lexa's passing, they could both use a quiet moment together to process their emotions.

Anya hugged them both before heading out. Alone now, Clarke took Lexa's hands tenderly. "No more tears, love. Our story didn't end there."

Lexa leaned into Clarke's steady strength. Though reliving the grief was painful, the comfort of Clarke's presence reminded her of the hope and joy still to come.

As they sat reflecting, Lexa turned to Clarke. "What comes next for us?"

Clarke smiled reassuringly. "We have so many choices, love. We can stay here in this tranquil place for as long as we wish."

She cradled Lexa's face. "Or, we could journey back to the living world together and be reborn, make new memories." Clarke kissed Lexa tenderly. "I will follow you anywhere. Our souls are forever bound, in this life and whatever comes after."

Lexa's eyes shone with devotion. She pulled Clarke into a passionate embrace.

"As long as we're together, I'm home," Lexa whispered. "Maybe someday we will live again. But for now, staying here with you sounds perfect."

Clarke held Lexa close. "Then this place will be our paradise."

The cottage glowed around them, ready to reshape into whatever they desired. Lexa and Clarke had an eternity to explore, only guided by their love.

They had weathered all life could give. Now their spirits could journey on unencumbered, always side by side.

Whatever this next chapter held, they had each other to share an infinite journey beyond earthly bounds. Their unbreakable love had defied all trials and separation. Now it would light their way into forever.

As Lexa took Clarke's hand and stepped into the warm glow enveloping the cottage, she felt ready to discover what awaited on the other side - the next chapter of their eternal journey together.

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