✔𝚨 𝚸𝛐𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 ➳ 𝚩𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝚩𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Chapter 35

I missed you like wolves miss the moon.

People have lived in my brain before,
but none of them made it into a home
like you did.

You rearranged all the furniture
and did all my laundry
and made me feel clean
and light
and full of sunbeams

And then you left me
like you'd never changed anything,
like I was the same person I had been before you,
like I could stand to watch everything fall into a disarray again.
You can't just do that to a person,
you can't make them feel happy
and hopeful
and then remove yourself from their touch

Someone once said that there's no such thing as distance in relationship,
that love doesn't care if it's four feet or four years,
you will never be close enough to the person you're attached to.

Maybe it's true

I Don't Know.
I just wish I could kiss you.

Melora put the bag of cherries down next to him on the floor. He looked at them for a few seconds, back against the wall but wearing clothes unlike when she left earlier in the morning. She had made her usual rounds at the library, park, store, walking through the town like she had made a habit of.

The books she had borrowed were put on the coffee table. Maybe she'd get through them tomorrow while walking through the park. Bucky continued watching her from the mattress, arms resting on his knees and hanging there, the hat still on his head.

"It's funny how even the most different people can end up as friends," she said while walking over to the kitchen and pulling out the groceries.

"Is it?" He asked, not looking at her and honestly, it didn't seem like he cared much for her words. Not anything new to her, of course, and she needed to talk to him. Even if he barely responded. Melora might go insane if she didn't.

"There were these three guys in the platoon, they ended up on the same squad." She took out the potatoes and a peeler, beginning to work on them. "Hobbs, Stevens and Allen..." She trailed off at the last name, stopping her movement before inhaling deeply.

"Hobbs was arrogant as all hell but just as trustworthy. Had a strong dislike for me too. At first a real bully. Stevens didn't say anything unless he was comfortable around you. He had more brains than people thought."

She let out a small laugh at her own statement, reminiscing on the times she had seen them together as they trained or during eating hours, downtime. She kept an eye on all of her men after all.

"Allen was shy, didn't talk much, and if he did, it was often about religion. He was kind, able to keep the two others at bay and calm them down whenever they became too much..." She scooped the peels into a pile in the sink, washing them off before drying them with a towel.

"Allen was the first one to go down." Melora swallowed, for a second thinking his blood was back on her hands, and she stepped back, quickly wiping them before realising it was just her imagination.

Bucky was standing not far from her. She hadn't even realised because of how caught up she had been in her own thoughts. His eyebrows were furrowed, watching her warily and he was confused again.

"He... he was shot," Bucky said, eyes shooting to the floor, and he picked up his notebook, writing it down. "There was a tank... and Stevens he-" His hand shot to his head, grimace on his face.