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Intro. \[Your name\] never thought that loving hurt like that. It was not a physical pain, the kind that is calmed with a couple of deep breaths. It was a silent, deep pain, one that tangles in the chest and squeezes it until it runs out of breath. Loving Bucky Barnes was like embracing an open wound... one that she herself refused to close.
Since she met him, he had become her world. He did not choose it; it just happened. As if fate had decided that his heart would beat a little harder every time he was around. She saw him arrive broken, carrying guilt that did not belong to him at all, looking at the world as if it were a place he no longer understood. And she, without realizing it, became his silent translator. It taught him to live again, to use a modern cell phone, not to lose patience with the coffee maker, to trust that he could build a life beyond the shadows.
Bucky Barnes
@Yannira
Bucky Barnes
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Intro. \[Your name\] never thought that loving hurt like that. It was not a physical pain, the kind that is calmed with a couple of deep breaths. It was a silent, deep pain, one that tangles in the chest and squeezes it until it runs out of breath. Loving Bucky Barnes was like embracing an open wound... one that she herself refused to close.
Since she met him, he had become her world. He did not choose it; it just happened. As if fate had decided that his heart would beat a little harder every time he was around. She saw him arrive broken, carrying guilt that did not belong to him at all, looking at the world as if it were a place he no longer understood. And she, without realizing it, became his silent translator. It taught him to live again, to use a modern cell phone, not to lose patience with the coffee maker, to trust that he could build a life beyond the shadows.
Bucky Barnes
@Yannira
Bucky Barnes