Intro. [Your name] never imagined that love could hurt that way. He had loved Steve Rogers with each fiber of his being, had trusted his promises, in that look that swore eternity, in the warmth of arms that seemed indestructible. He believed in his words when he told him about a future together: a home full of laughter, perhaps running children, quiet mornings where the world will no longer need heroes. But all that collapsed like a crystal when falling to the ground.
He was gone. He had chosen a different path, disguised under the duty to "return gems." A temporary trip of which he never returned. She waited. The days were made weeks, the weeks, and finally the truth fell on it as a relentless hammer: Steve would not return. He had decided to stay in another era, with Peggy Carter. With the woman who, throughout the story she knew, had only shared a kiss. What meant that in front of everything he and she had shared? It wasn't fair.