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"Yelena...?"
'Lena stands on the other side of the bathroom door, listening to Elles strained sobs.
"I don't want to be alone tonight..." Elles voice wavers between each gasping weep.
"Say no more." Yelena slides down the wall outside the door, battling her own tears.
Anxiety creeps over her like a weighted blanket, the fear of losing Elle to the companion of bereavement.
"C...can I get you anything?" 'Lena tries to control the quiver in her voice, striving to be Elles strength to give her room to flounder.
"I'm okay, I...I'll...be out in a minute." Elle splashes some cold water on her face, struggling to breathe through the inconsistent waves of pain, "I...uh just need a minute."
Through the crack of the door Yelena whispers softly, "take as long as you need, I'll be right here." Elle hears the comforting thud of 'Lenas boots being tossed across the hallway, the familiar pop of a cork being pulled from a bottle disturbs the silence between the wood, "I opened some wine." Yelena sips the neck of the chardonnay.
Elle sobs between pathetic laughter "Wine is good."
'Please...please...let me stop crying, just for a minute...' whimpering to her self, begging for a reprieve.
She falters to the bathroom floor, breathing deeply as the tears run dry, dehydrated with sorrow.
The next day...
The sun shone brightly upon the cemetery, Yelena gazes around as the gathered mourners offer prepared condolences to the only remaining family member, Elle. Each sympathetic word of comfort becoming uneasily repetitive, but then again so is grief. She nods respectfully as each dark figure passes, clutching a Kleenex tightly in her fist, the tears washing over her face hot and heavy.
Bucky watches from a distance hidden by a fir tree, as Elle pulls her arm from Yelena's link, walking slowly to the casket as it sits beautifully amongst sprays of flowers, peacefully encased by mother nature, she takes seat on the ground resting her hand on the polished mahogany, bowing her head the weight of sadness pulling her down.
"I hope I made you proud Gramps..." Elles voice deepens as the lump of endless distress swells, "give Grams my love." She wails almost silently into the abyss of loneliness surrounding her.
Yelena slides her arms underneath Elles, lifting her from the ground, pulling her in tightly as they prepare to leave.
Elle looks into the blanket of trees surrounding them, staring in the deepest of depression, worrying about the road that lies ahead. Praying that she will never have to go through this anguish, suffering, endless hell again.
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Letting You Go.
Fanfiction{{COMPLETE}}. Elle hasn't heard a peep from James in 7 years, until one night she gets a phone call asking to bail him out of jail.
