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[Trigger Warning: breakdown, Loss]

Clint's POV

I stood in front of the wooden door. I twist the handle slowly letting the door open, hitting against the wall and slightly bounce back with a creak.

My knees began to feel weak but I cautiously walked inside anyway.

I made my way to the kitchen, that familia lump gathering in my throat. I looked down at the red stained floorboards  before having to quickly grab the counter top to steady myself. I let out a shaky breaths before making my way upstairs.

I got upstairs and began walking down the hall. I stoped by a door way but I didn't look inside. I took a deep breath before walking into the room.

The light cream carpet had two dark red stains on it. The blue sheets that hung slightly off the bed also had red. Even some of the LEGO.

The screams and cries flooded my ears. My knees gave way letting me hit the ground hard. Violent sobs filled the house. Hot teas just seem to be unstoppable. I began shaking all over. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.

'I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry' I managed to choked through sobs.

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