Broken Arrows, Clint/Reader
Told From Clint's Point Of View
I messed up big...I know I did...
And I'm going to make it up to them, I promise I will.
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"Hey, I, didn't mean it, I'm sorry," I follow my love as they pack their stuff.
"Did you mean anything? At all? Ever?" They turn to face me. Their cheeks are red and their eyes are swimming...
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I...I have to keep trying! I can't just loose them...
I look at the empty apartment and I realize...
Maybe I already did...
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"I did mean so much! Just not our fight! I was hurt, I was angry, I--"
"Had your chance."
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That was the last thing they said before they left...
It's was like a shot in the heart...
I look at a picture of us that got knocked down and broken in the fight.
I can't believe how long ago this feels...
I need to make things better before they get worse...
I grab my cell, seeing their beautiful smile on my background...
I call them and I'm so surprised to actually get an answer...
"Clint?" They sound fine...
"Hey, M/C..."
"Is something wrong?"
"Why does something have to be wrong?" I feel like that came out wrong...
"Because I thought I made myself clear last month." Has it really been that long?
"I'm sorry, I just...I miss you.." I admit.
"I...I..."
They hang up and I feel like I've been kicked.
I guess they don't feel the same...
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I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling empty.
This is all my fault...
There's gotta be a better way
Seems like every little word I say...
Keeps getting twisted...
Or coming out wrong...
It's like...
I'm trying to hit the mark But I'm shooting with Broken Arrows...