✔𝚨 𝚸𝛐𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 ➳ 𝚩𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝚩𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Chapter 37

I was still
silently hoping that time had
made a mistake
and had already
reserved a moment
for us to find
each other again.

Even if I had
none left,
I'd make space
for you.

He was the poison
I was dying to drink.

Amman, the capital of Jordan, an incredible city. The mix between the old cities of long-gone civilisations, the trail of them still left behind between the new buildings and streets filled with cars. There was a unique air, a blend of old and new.

Melora liked seeing things that were as old as her. One of the best things about being outside of the states really. Seeing a building, an old vase, something, a trace of life from when she was born.

Bucky said he wasn't going to stay here long which to her meant they wouldn't be staying here long. She had taken care of the room, being the one who wasn't a wanted criminal and all.

The room was small, a hallway leading in with places for shoes on the right and the bathroom on the left, leaving space for two beds against the wall. There was a small space for them to walk around the beds, getting some kind of access to the balcony there.

She dropped off her belongings on the bed furthest from the balcony. Bucky had already walked out on it, and she could see him lighting up a smoke, watching the sunset above the city.

A smile crossed her face. Back in the day, he refused to smoke whenever Steve was nearby. Before the war, it would always make him cough, but even after Steve had gotten the serum Bucky had kept up the habit for some reason.

He hadn't called her doll since that day in Egypt. They never called each other anything. He probably still wasn't liking Bucky, and she wasn't going to start calling him James. Just didn't feel right.

Melora wandered past the beds and out onto the balcony, grabbing the pack from where he had put it on a small table, and she quickly flicked out a cigarette for herself. He glanced back at her as she came over and rested against the railing.

They were on a small street and the hotel itself was located on a downwards hill, but they had been lucky, getting a room on one of the higher floors. Below them people were bustling, trying to get home before dark most likely.

She placed the cigarette between her lips and Bucky immediately lent down, pressing their smokes together to light up hers as well.

"Thanks," she said, taking a large drag before blowing the smoke up into the air.

"Since when did you start smoking?" He asked, eyeing her a little amused while the smile spread on her face. The way he was able to act calm, even just a few minutes a day, were everything to her. She loved seeing him without that trail of agony dragging down on him.

"I rarely do... just felt like it right now," she said, watching him as he pursed his lips and nodded.

Pushing away from the railing, she sat down in one of the small chairs, barely room for that on the small balcony. Melora bit her tongue, always afraid to ask these sorts of questions, but her curiosity was always eating at her.

"Can I ask you something?" She spoke up, making him turn around and rest against the railing with his front to her.

"Shoot." She nodded before her eyebrows slowly furrowed.

"Why... Why is it you ask whether something is real or not?" She gently asked as his eyes shot to her, hurt returning in them, and she slapped herself across the face for asking it right now when he was calm. "I'm sorry. Bad time to ask. It doesn't matter anyway."