I really didn't know where to go. I check the library. The kitchen. His room. My room. Finally the gym. I was even more horrified by what I found there.
Clint, drenched in sweat. Screaming at the top of his lungs, throwing heavy things and the cement wall and beating the sand out of punching bags. When he ran out of heavy things and punching bags. He just screamed and beat on the wall with his raw bloody knuckles.
Tears streamed down his face. Mine too. This was all my fault... Maybe I should have jumped after all.... That thought crossed my mind just as he jumped. .
