A Little Calm...

Empty Words Only Work If You Can Fill Them With Hope

Cold - Aqualung

*Bucky's POV*

It's been two weeks since Sharon took y/n. Forensics didn't find anything of use in the apartment but they've abandoned it as an active crime scene. The only thing they did manage to tell us is that the blood wasn't a match for y/n, so at least there's that. Considering there's no sign of forced entry and there's no actual proof that she didn't leave of her own accord, it might as well be labelled as cold and filed away in some dusty box. The apartments been cleaned up and put back to normal but still, every time I look around all I can see is her being scared and alone. Our home, the place where she should have felt safest of all, violated.
It's so quiet and empty with her gone. Everything feels greyed over, like the life's been ripped out of it. Her things just sit there, unused. Her side of the bed is cold and un-dented, tormenting me every night when I try to sleep. It's not like I can, not properly. Instead of the usual nightmares of things past, all I see are images of her in pain. Or dead. Either way, I always end up getting out of bed and just jogging around the streets all night.

I received a text from an unknown number saying that Sharon wants an update in a week on where we're at with getting her back the cargo. It says she'll make contact with us when she wants to talk. Once again, the ball only being played on her side of the court.
So far, there hasn't been much, if any, progress in getting the shipment. As soon as it was picked up by the authorities, it was out of our hands and our control. Sam and I are meant to be meeting to discuss our next moves tomorrow, but I have a feeling he's got nothing to give me other than meaningless pep. Empty words only work if you can fill them with hope. And I'm running out.