Love is for children.
The words play relentlessly inside her head, beating against the walls of her carefully-constructed façade.
The others all think she's asleep. But how can she sleep while the other half of her heart is dying?
Love might be for children. But what she and Clint had, surpassed anything she'd ever felt. If what she felt for him wasn't love, then love didn't exist.
If Clint dies he takes everything good about her with him.
They have always had a mental bond that is uncanny in strength. They know what each other is thinking as if they could read the other's mind. That bond has kept them alive more than once.
She closes her hand more tightly around his, and with all of her heart, she forms the thought and holds it. Come back to me, Clint. I was wrong.
I love you.