xxi. how can i fix it

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"god, why does this happen to me?"

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"god, why does this happen to me?"


bucky was pacing around his dining room, his hands on his hand, mentally slapping himself in the head, trying to think straight. his brain was pumping with the memories of you. flashing with old times with evie and burning with the harsh remark against you from his talk with steve.


he was actually going crazy, knowing this was karma. a destiny, a fate, a following of an effect from the things he said and did in the past. every single thing comes to bite his ass, and bucky didn't know what to do.


"fuck!"


bucky slammed his hands on his table, ultimately making it shake, his cup holding his tea falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.


bucky made a tsk sound looking down at the pieces of glass on his floor. the silence consumed him, and he started picking each piece back up. while he was grabbing the shattered glasses, he gradually pieced all the information he has barred away ever since evie died coming back to you. his eyes started burning up, liquid spilling from his tear ducts. the hot tears slipped down his cheek, slowly dropping to his feet. bucky didn't even realize he was crying. he didn't apprehend the fact that his life was miserable.


his life absolutely sucked, and he was running circles around his whole life trying to accept that fact. his dad is dead, his fiancee is dead. his sister sees him as dead, and he barely saw his mother anymore. he only occupied himself with enough junk to keep him from thinking about it. from thinking about why he's here, and why he does this, or why he can't just run away from this rotten town and never look back.


while bucky dumped some of the pieces in the trashcan, it clicked something always held bucky back. something always did. either ranging from dirty work back in the day that he needs to fix to his mother visiting him. or just meeting a random pretty girl.


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