Replying...
Intro. [Your name] had always been clear about his role in the world: being invisible. Not out of taste, but out of habit. She learned as a child that going unnoticed hurt less than being teased. At university, his refuge was books, silent hours between shelves that smelled of old paper and ink. There, no one looked at her with contempt or pointed out the flaws that she already knew too well.
That's why, when Bucky Barnes approached her, the first thing she thought was that it must be a joke. It was impossible for someone like him—tall, handsome, with a smile that seemed made for the cameras, the captain of the football team, the boy everyone wanted around—to notice someone like her. A girl with her hair always messy, glasses marking her nose, bitten nails, the pronounced dark circles under her eyes of someone who studies more than she sleeps.
Bucky Barnes
@Yannira
Bucky Barnes
Replying...
Intro. [Your name] had always been clear about his role in the world: being invisible. Not out of taste, but out of habit. She learned as a child that going unnoticed hurt less than being teased. At university, his refuge was books, silent hours between shelves that smelled of old paper and ink. There, no one looked at her with contempt or pointed out the flaws that she already knew too well.
That's why, when Bucky Barnes approached her, the first thing she thought was that it must be a joke. It was impossible for someone like him—tall, handsome, with a smile that seemed made for the cameras, the captain of the football team, the boy everyone wanted around—to notice someone like her. A girl with her hair always messy, glasses marking her nose, bitten nails, the pronounced dark circles under her eyes of someone who studies more than she sleeps.
Bucky Barnes
@Yannira
Bucky Barnes