MCU One shots

Heartbreak- Bucky Pt 1

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. I stretched and yawned, feeling the comforting weight of Bucky's arm draped over me. His presence was a source of comfort and strength, his warmth a reminder of the love we shared.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

"Morning," I replied, turning to face him. His blue eyes, still heavy with sleep, met mine, and he smiled softly.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

"How about a walk in the park?" I suggested. "It's such a beautiful day."

Bucky nodded. "Sounds perfect."

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The park was bustling with activity. Children laughed and played, couples strolled hand in hand, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers. Bucky and I walked side by side, our hands occasionally brushing against each other.

"Remember our first date here?" I asked, glancing at him.

He smiled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "How could I forget? You were so nervous that you spilled coffee all over yourself."

I laughed, the memory bringing warmth to my heart. "And you were so sweet, helping me clean up and buying me another coffee."

"We've come a long way since then," he said softly, his expression suddenly serious.

"Yeah, we have," I agreed, squeezing his hand. But something in his tone made me uneasy.

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We decided to grab lunch at our favorite café, a quaint little place with ivy-covered walls and cozy seating. As we settled into our usual booth, I noticed Bucky seemed distant, his gaze fixed on something outside the window.

"Bucky, is everything okay?" I asked, reaching across the table to touch his hand.

He sighed, pulling his hand away. "There's something I need to talk to you about."

A knot formed in my stomach. "What is it?"

"I... I've been doing a lot of thinking," he began, his voice strained. "About us."

"Okay..." I said cautiously, my heart pounding.

He took a deep breath. "I don't think this is working anymore."

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I stared at him, disbelief and confusion clouding my mind. "What are you talking about? We've been so happy."

Bucky shook his head. "We were happy, but lately... I don't know. Something feels off. I feel off."

Tears welled up in my eyes. "Is it something I did? Something I said?"

"No," he said quickly. "It's not you. It's me. I need to figure some things out, and I can't do that while we're together."

"Bucky, please," I begged, my voice breaking. "We can work through this. We can figure it out together."

He looked away, his jaw clenched. "I'm sorry. I don't think we can."

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The rest of the day was a blur. I don't remember how we left the café or how I got home. All I could think about was Bucky's words, replaying over and over in my mind.

That evening, as the sun set and the sky turned a deep shade of indigo, I sat alone in our apartment, surrounded by the remnants of our life together. Photos of happier times stared back at me from the walls, a painful reminder of what I had lost.

My phone buzzed with a text from Bucky: "I'm sorry. Take care of yourself."

I didn't reply. What could I say? My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one cutting deeper than the last. The future I had envisioned with Bucky was gone, replaced by an emptiness I didn't know how to fill.

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Days turned into weeks, and slowly, I began to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. Friends and family rallied around me, their support a lifeline during those dark days. I found solace in small things – a good book, a walk in the park, the warmth of the sun on my face.

And though the pain was still there, a constant ache in the background, I knew that with time, I would heal. I would find strength in my own resilience, and one day, I would look back on this time as a chapter in my story, not the end of it.

For now, I allowed myself to grieve, to feel the heartache fully. Because I knew that only by facing my pain could I truly begin to heal.