You took a shower and went to get some clothes to change into. You rummaged through your bag. You got your pajama shorts and found Bucky's shirt. You scrunched it in your hands. You yelled throwing it against the wall. Your eyes began to fill up with tears. You put on the shorts and grabbed the shirt off the floor also putting it on, not having a choice. You fell on the bed face first into the pillows sobbing like a baby. Weak.
You turned onto your back for air gasping.
"Why does everything have to be so hard," you whispered covering your face with your hands.
You took your wallet making your way down to the vending machine. You got yourself a water and some cookies.
You turned off all the lights and switched on the tv. You watched some old drama from the 90's and ate cookies, crying from time to time.
Eventually you finished the cookies and then the movie. You turned the tv off scooting down onto the bed into your sleeping position. You stretched your hand out feeling the empty space next to you. You grabbed the second pillow hugging it as your consciousness slipped away into dreams.
You woke up the next day with a terrible headache. Probably from all that crying. You went into the bathroom splashing water onto your face waking you up. You grabbed your phone checking the time. 9:33. You looked at your calls. Nothing. You bit your nails dialing Sam's number, once again. "BEEEEP" was the response you got. You looked out the window seeing Bucky on the front porch leaning against the pillar. You thought about walking out but you decided it was totally a bad idea.
Tears prickled the corners of your eyes.
"Jesus," you whispered wiping your eyes, talk about infinite crying. You fell on your back. You just couldn't wait for all of this to be over, you'd be able to get back to Sam and keep living the way you did, together and happy. And hopefully if it was possible you could forget that Sargent Barnes.
You decided to search the internet news. The reward for Bucky was still 30k and he was still last seen in San Francisco. You prayed to god that Sam and Steve weren't also wanted. Luckily they weren't.
You spent your whole day in bed checking your phone constantly and viewing the news channel on Tv. Bucky hadn't come in and you didn't go see him either. Even though everything you looked at and thought of lead to him, you believed that taking a break and giving each other space was the right thing. Time would show. God that sounds like a grandma thing to say.
