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***Beware***
For a moment, time seemed to freeze as their gazes locked, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them. Bucky's eyes searched hers, as if trying to decipher the reason behind her unexpected appearance.
The silence stretched on, tension crackling like electricity in the air, until finally, Bucky's voice broke through the stillness. "Indigo," he breathed, his tone a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "What are you doing here?"
"WHAT AM I DOING HERE?" Indigo screamed, the words tearing from her throat in a frantic plea for answers. The desperation in her voice echoed off the walls, reverberating through the empty hallway like a haunting refrain. But there was no one to answer, no solace to be found in the cold silence that enveloped her like a suffocating shroud.
He stood before her, his expression unreadable as he regarded her with a mixture of concern and confusion. For a moment, he seemed almost hesitant, as if unsure of how to respond to her outburst. But then, without a word, he reached out and grabbed her arm, his grip firm as he pulled Indigo into his apartment.
"You can't be here, Indigo. You have to leave," Bucky's voice was firm, his words cutting through the tense atmosphere like a knife. But there was a hint of desperation in his tone, a vulnerability that betrayed the facade of strength he tried to maintain.
Indigo felt a surge of anger rising within her, boiling over until it spilled out in a torrent of emotion. "How about you tell me why you ghosted me all of a sudden?" she screamed back at him, the words bursting forth like a dam breaking under the weight of its own pressure. "Did I do something wrong James?"
The accusation hung heavy in the air between them, a silent accusation that reverberated off the walls of his apartment. Indigo could feel the weight of his gaze upon her, his eyes searching hers for some sign of understanding, some shred of empathy.
But all Indigo could see was the pain etched into the lines of his face, the haunted expression that betrayed the turmoil raging within him. It was as if he was wrestling with his own demons, trapped in a never-ending cycle of regret and self-doubt.
For a moment, there was only silence, a heavy silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. And then, finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Indigo," he said, his words filled with a quiet desperation. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just... I couldn't..."
His voice trailed off, lost in the tumult of his own emotions. And in that moment, Indigo realized that there was more to this than met the eye, more to his sudden disappearance than he was willing to admit.
"You couldn't what, love me, James?" Indigo yelled back at him, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "I am sorry I'm not good enough for you. I'm sorry I couldn't help you more," she said, her words choking on the tears that streamed down my face, hot and bitter against her skin.
