𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.
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Beverly experiences a flood of memories when she is under cryo. Every sensation from her past - touch, smell, tear, kiss, and emotion-resurfaces in exactly the same form. S...
Water trickles down my canvas; mixing with the paints and creating an ocean of blue. The photo sits beside me, being used as inspiration for my painting. The grainy photo of the fountain from the park, a photo my father took before I was born. A photo he took the day I was born. I copy the picture onto the canvas, imagining the colours as I mix them and add them to my canvas. I look back into my memory, using them to recreate every colour perfectly.
A knock at my bedroom door disturbs me, making me turn in my chair. I drop my paintbrush in the pot of water, whipping my hands on a towel and walking to the door. Opening it, I see Howard, looking tired and holding a plate with a sandwich on it.
"Someone's at the door for you." He groans.
"Okay, thanks." I step out of the door.
I shut the door behind me, walking down the hallway and stairs. A small silhouette stands behind the cloudy glass of the front door, swinging on its feet. Grabbing the handle, I turn it, opening the door. Steve stands there, smiling at me as I reveal myself from behind the door.
"Steve, hi. What are you doing here?" I smile.
"I just came to talk to you."
"Okay, come inside." I step aside.
Steve doesn't move, staring at me. I raise my eyebrows at him, silently asking him what's wrong. Instead of answering me, he turns his head, looking at the side of my house. His eyes scream guilt, worrying me. I follow his movements, stepping out the door and turning my head. Stood out of view of the door is James, glaring at Steve. Quickly, I step back into the house, grab the door and begin slamming it shut, not wanting to hear a single word he has to say. A hand stops it from fully shutting, my hand pushed up against the wood.
"Please, Bevvy. I need to say sorry." Bucky begs.
"No. I don't want to hear it."
"Please, Bevvy. I didn't mean it. It was so stupid for me to say that. I took my anger out on you, and I shouldn't have." His eyes peek through the crack in the door, borrowing into mine.
"Yeah, it was really stupid." I fight back.
"Bevvy, I am so sorry. My mind was all over the place and I took it out on you. That's not an excuse, I swear, but I needed you to know that it wasn't your fault. I know you were only trying to help. Please, I hate fighting with you."
"I know you do. I hate fighting too."
"Please, Bevvy. I'm so, so sorry. I regret saying it. I did as soon as I said it. If I could take it back, I swear to you, I would." He pleas.
