Refusing To Think

Clint doesn't look scared.
I'm trying not to think about Zeke behind me. I'm trying not to think he's going to kill us. I'm trying not to think.
Clint eyes are warm and gentle, not frightened, not like me.
He's saying something. The noise in my head fades as Clint's words embrace me.
And then a bird flies out from his heart and lands on my shoulder, but when I look again it's not a bird, it's his hand.
And I hold it to my face because I can't hold back the tears.
He's just said "I love you Anna."