Two months
"You know what pisses me off? That I still care. That I still cry about you fucking leaving me when you obviously don't give a fuck. Maybe you're dead under a bridge. Maybe you're having fun on the fucking Bahamas or something. Maybe you're fucking some bitch. I don't know. I don't know what you're up to because you are a fucking coward who ignores me. Fuck you. Fuck you, Bucky. Fuck you, James! Yes, we are back to James because apparently all of this wasn't real. Apparently I was nothing but a fling to you or else it wouldn't be so easy for you to just leave and never call me. Tell me, are you okay? Are you happy? How can you be happy when I am here questioning everything. When I am crying myself to sleep? When I am hating myself for the way I handled things? I fucking love you! I gave you everything! I trusted you! And you used me! You fucked me, made me fall for you, and then ran away the second things got complicated! You're a fucking liar, James. I hate you, James!"
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The man with the gloves [bucky barnes ff]
FanfictionIsla Austen is just one of many young, ambitious, optimistic and hopeful college students who move to New York to find themselves and become their own person. Bucky Barnes is a scarred broken man who is haunted by the demons of his past, wishing no...
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