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Clover lay on her bed in the dark dorm, silently thinking to herself. All these missions, all these criminals...her mind was never at ease. She could be WOOHPed right now, because another fucking criminal either started enacting a devious scheme, or they'd escaped from WOOHP capacity. The fear was a bit much for her sometimes. Sometimes it led to nightmares of the worst case scenarios, of all the emotional pain, of...everything they'd been through the past few years.
Her vision got blurred as the tears formed in her eyes. Her mind began to feel slightly clouded. She sighed, the feeling very familiar yet not welcomed. She'd first started feeling like this when...Eugene Snit (that was his name, right? After all the criminals she fought, sometimes the names got confusing) had made girls fall for "him"...well, him as different people, yet still. Her friends just abandoning her like that...that took a toll. But the fact it kept happening alarmed her. She could be worrying more about her outfits, makeup, boys...but instead she has to worry about crime.
Clover held her pillow tightly. Why couldn't WOOHP have just picked adults to handle this? Why teenagers? They were just freshmen when they were picked! Not to mention all the crazy shit that's happened to them...hypnosis, time travel, brainwashing, body transformations, the list went on. Adding on to that, she's had to fight brainwashed Sam and Alex before. Well, mostly Sam, but it still hurt to fight against her friends. Not to mention the times she's been brainwashed into fighting against them.
Clover wanted to cry, be held (that was new...), yet the fear of her friends seeing her this vulnerable was worrying. They couldn't know she felt...weird. They were best friends, and a spy trio, but Clover was worried. What if they woke up to her crying? What if this happened on a mission and they found out at the worst possible time? More importantly, what if they left?
The tears began to flow down her cheeks. She knew it was childish to cry over petulant thoughts like these. She was a college student, for heaven's sake! So what if sometimes she wished she were a kid again, just to avoid the spy drama? What if she wished she had friends to take care of her? Clover tried to shove these thoughts away, yet they persisted. Clover internally sighed, the tears continuing to fall as she began to drift off, her thumb sneaking its' way into her mouth.