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Clint, if.... .... you do show up
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Panting, you had closed your eyes, then bit your lower lip and started nodding.
Why did you of all people have to be asked and not someone else who wanted it too, and not like you who wanted nothing more, to do with all of this. You wanted a life. A real life. Not one where you could never be sure if you would even survive the day.
In the middle of the night, Clint had written you a message, to which you had replied that you were out and would be in the future. A thing that the former archer, actually knew, since you had already told him this, three months ago.
Now you sat at the table, a cup in your hand and looked out the window, where the sun was gradually rising. Calm and peaceful.
