Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

31. Twins

Z A H R A J E N K I N S

My head snaps towards the figure, eyes widening as i rank over the male that is making their way up the hill. His eyes never waver from mine, taking me in as if i am image of his corrupted mind. I eruptly stand up from the ground, tilting my hear to the side to see an carbon copy of me in this male, brows creasing as I take a step back when they move forward. The male puts his hands up in a surrender position, with a small tight smile.

"Zahra, i-is it really you?" He questions with a crack in his tone, gripping the flowers between his finger tips.

His curl permed hair was what I noticed first, the same curls like mine as his brown caramel eyes stare right back at my own. His tilted head allows me to see the sharp jaw line, his warm golden undertone skin matching my own. My mind flashes back to the little boy from my childhood, the similarities between the two so striking that a gasp escapes me.

My chest tightens as my eyes close momentarily to process my thoughts, a deep frown overcomes me with a small sigh escaping me. "Zayn?" I whispered.

His smile brightens, eyes crinkling at the sides. "Hey bubba." He chokes out.

A sob gets stuck at the back of my throat at the nickname he used to call me. I don't know why started to walk but I did, a part of me trusts that this is my brother and I won't let another moment like this past. My arms grip around his shoulders in a tight embrace, his arms are quick to engulf me around my waist as he lifts me up from my feet.

Tears brick at my eyes as I try to repress my self from letting them fall but they do. My barrier breaks down completely for the first time since that bathroom episode months ago. I sob into his neck as he rubs me gently, his voice whispering soft nothings into my ear to calm me down.

I don't know how long I stay like this for but I don't care, for 16 years I was lost but now for some cliche reason that I can almost here the 'welcome home' being whispered into the back of my mind. My breathing quickens as I grip on tighter when he places me down on the ground thinking he was going to leave me.

He pushes me away slightly, enough that he takes in my form. His hands coming up to rest upon my shoulders, taking in this moment. His wild, crazy brown eyes flicker between me as if this moment isn't real. His lip quivers just as mine do, a bubbly laugh expresses from his mouth.

"Y-you're alive!" He gapes, pulling me into his chest, a cracked sob slipping past my lips. I do truly believe this is my Zayn. He's alive.

"It should be me saying that!" I exclaimed with tears running down my cheeks, a dry cracked laugh escaping me.

He pulls back away from me, furrowing his brows. "What do you mean?" He asked confused.

My face drops, eyes flickering between his. "I-I saw you get shot in a video footage, I saw awhile back...?" I retorted with a question, scrunching my nose together.

His eyes take upon a dark glare around his eclipses, body tensing. "You saw that?" He asks with a sadden expression, I nodded. "I never wished for you to see that moment. Did it- did it show m-mothers as well?" He questioned slowly near the end, his jaw clenching.

I shook my head, looking down for a second before looking up. "I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"It was me, they truly wanted. Not you nor mama." I whispered, a tear slipping down my face. I'm sick of crying.

"Hey, hey, Zahra, what happened to us all those years ago was not your fault. Do not ever think that it was." He pointed out with his eyes shifting to anger and concern at my comment.