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ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴘᴛ

BUCKY

I walked into the living room at about half 11 and her head was back against the same armchair, her eyes closed.

I walk over just to check if she was asleep.

A part of me was just confused that I even thought, and worried of her being something other than that. Of being dead.

I hesitated a moment.

Earlier I'd gone to walk back into the living room, just to get a drink when i'd forgot to talking to her, and I heard her on the phone, stopping just round the corner of the door.

It sounded like she was crying.

She was talking about all the things that had happened, and I stood there.

I knew I was invading privacy.
But I couldn't move.

She was upset.

She was talking in more detail than I had ever heard. And when she told whoever she was talking to that she 'just wanted to be happy', the tears that had welled in my eyes fell.

When I was sure she was asleep, I thought for a moment, looking around to see if anyone was about, but then I picked her up carefully and I carried her through darkly lit hallways and up stairs back to her room.

I placed her on her bed, and pulled back the covers, just wanting her to be comfy and warm.

I smiled, and left the room, leaving the lights on because I knew why she did, and closing the door softly, but looking at her a little before I did.

She looked beautiful while she slept.