From the Stars 🌟
Death was not what Jake Griffin had imagined.
There was no blinding light, no endless tunnel. No void, no absolute darkness.
There was only existence.
And somehow, that meant he could see.
See Earth. See what his daughter had lived through since he was gone.
At first, he held onto hope. He believed Clarke would still be the curious, brilliant child who used to climb onto his lap, full of questions about how things worked.
But Earth never gave her time to be a child.
And Jake saw it all.
He saw how she was thrown into a world she didn’t understand. How she was betrayed, hurt, forced to choose between life and death over and over again. How her light slowly dimmed. How her heart hardened.
And sometimes… Sometimes, Jake wished he couldn’t see.
Because no father should have to watch his daughter learn to survive in a world that only wanted to break her.
The first time he saw Lexa, he didn’t know what to think.
He had heard her name before, in Clarke’s thoughts. He had felt the anger, the resentment, the betrayal after the Mountain.
But when he saw her again, when he saw how Clarke and Lexa looked at each other…
He understood.
He understood what his daughter refused to see. What she was afraid to admit.
Because Lexa wasn’t just a leader. She wasn’t just a warrior.
She was someone who mattered. Someone who made Clarke feel after so long in the darkness.
Jake didn’t know whether to feel relieved or afraid.
Because there was something dangerous in the way Clarke looked at Lexa. And something even more dangerous in the way Lexa looked at Clarke.
As if they were both about to break. As if their love was the edge of a knife.
And it was.
But the truth was, Clarke was already broken.
And if there was someone who could hold the pieces without getting cut…
It was Lexa.
Jake had loved Abby with a quiet intensity.
He had been her anchor, her balance. He had seen in her a fire that never faded, a passion for justice that never wavered.
And when he looked at Lexa…
He saw the same thing.
Not in the way she commanded armies. Not in the way she spoke to her warriors.
But in the way she looked at Clarke when she thought no one was watching. In the way her voice softened when she said her name. In the way she let Clarke challenge her, question her, be the one person in the world who could truly see her.
Jake couldn’t talk to Clarke. He couldn’t warn her about the dangers, couldn’t ask her to be careful with her heart. He couldn’t hold her or tell her how much he missed her.
But he could see her.
And, in the end, that was enough.
Because Clarke wasn’t alone. Not like he had feared.
She had found someone who saw her the way he saw her. As someone who deserved to be loved.
And though death had taken so much from him, it hadn’t taken away his ability to feel peace.
Because his daughter, even in a cruel world…
Had found love.
And that, even from the stars, was enough.