Hey all. So sorry if the name Katie or oliver is in this... I wrote this for a friend and Romanoff was Katie and Clint was oliver. This is a sad start so I apologise in advance. I hope you like it and click the like button also please leave a comment. All criticism is welcome and again I hope you enjoy.

As Clint walked into the hospital it seemed empty until he reached an occupied bed, containing the one person he had never wanted to see in a hospital. As he approached the white sheets of the bed he noticed the pale face of his former companion in contrast to her Scarlott hair. Her hands sitting delicately above the linen sheets of the blanket the was placed on her frail figure by the nurse. He hated to see her like this. Helpless, almost lifeless. She was his only friend, his family. Now she was just out of reach and may never come back. She was at the edge of reality. All he could do was talk to her. To try and comfort her but there was no point. 'She might not hear me' he thought to himself. Memories flooding his head and he didn't know what to do with them other than to write them down. Over the past year he had been writing letters to her about their past together as friends; family. The only family they had was each other and that could change at any second, any lifeless second. His letters always started with:

Dear Tasha.

I know I haven't been there for you when things went wrong but I thought that this way it would feel like im there with you. Going through ever event in your life, significant or not. I am grateful that you reply with a letter when you receive them.

Yet his most recent one was different...

Dear Tasha.

If you do receive this letter then I apologize in advance that I was not there to give it to you in person. As soon as I heard that your heart was failing. I needed to see you for the last time. The doctors told me that you wouldn't make it. That you would leave me and go on to another life in heaven. You know that I don't believe in heaven or even hell. But you, you would be the angel at Gods right hand, you would go to heaven and look down on me. You would regret even knowing me. The lifestyle I now lead is something I would never of imagined I would have when we first met. I never thought that I would have to write this letter to you.

Do you remember the first time we met? We were at the park, trying to get on the last swing. I got there first but you didn't see me just like everyone else never did. So you sat down on the swing and ended up sitting on me. I didn't mind because you were the fist person to even acknowledge me. We then always met at that specific swing every night even if our parents didn't allow us. But then one day you didn't meet me. So I found out where you lived and went to see if you were ok. Im glad I did because your Father was beating you that night and if I hadn't knocked on your door you said you would have most likely died. That was night I knew I couldn't live without you. I would die every day without you. I will never stop loving you, even when I breath my final breath you will be the one thing I will think about. How we met on that swing and how you smiled at me, blushing after you realised what you did. That memory will stay ever strong in my memory. I will love you even when we are both dead. I will never stop loving you. That night you asked me a question. 'Have you ever felt pain' well I never answered that question knowing that this would be the moment when time stood still. When my world would shatter into a million pieces. When you would leave me on this earth alone. So yes I have felt pain and I am feeling it now as you are reading my final letter. My final breath. I am so sorry Natasha but I cant live without you and even the thought of it, makes me die a thousand times. So this is my goodbye. My last letter. My heart, in your hands.

Sincerely Clint the one man who will never stop loving you.

As she finished reading this letter she realized that he was no longer on this earth but looking over her as she cried. She realized that he was the only one keeping her alive and now that he was gone. Yet she knew she would see him very soon. All she had to do was close her eyes and he would be there, holding out his hand as he did on the day they met on the swing, all she had to do was to take it and never let go. So that is what she did.

Later that day Natasha joined Clint and would never leave him. She died of heart failer and he died of heartache.

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