Hey guys, sorry most of these chapters are going to bereally really really short, so sorry! A couple are like 1000 words long, though...oh well. Beginning sentence from Russingon5eva, special thanks to her!

It seemed almost unrealistic to wish to see him again. He'd been gone for two years. There was no way he'd ever be back. We lived across the street from each other, though it felt like we lived together we were so close. Clint had asked me out so many times, but I'd declined. I didn't want any love in my life. I was an assassin, and that's what I did best. I couldn't love Clint. Sure, we were partners, but the fact that he wanted to love me in a way I didn't want to love him just made me sick. The way he talked about me made me feel awful because I knew that I would never love him back. He'd said something to me before he left, but I couldn't make it out. I tried and tried to figure it out, but I knew it would take a while before that would happen. I waited every day, counting the hours. I'd lost count at around seven hundred. On the twenty ninth day of Clint being missing, I began crying myself to sleep every few days. After a year had passed though...I was a wreck. I needed Clint. And maybe I did love him in the way he wanted me to. I just didn't know.