MCU One shots

Heartbreak- Bucky Pt 2

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Months passed, and although the pain had dulled, thoughts of Bucky lingered in my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling that we weren't done, that our story had more to tell. One evening, while reminiscing through old photos, I stumbled upon a picture of us at the park, laughing together. The memory tugged at my heart, and I realized I needed to see him, to talk to him one last time.

I decided to text him: "Can we meet? Just to talk."

To my surprise, he replied almost immediately: "Sure. How about our café tomorrow at noon?"

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The next day, I walked into the café, nerves twisting in my stomach. Bucky was already there, sitting in our usual booth. He looked up as I approached, a flicker of something—hope, maybe?—in his eyes.

"Hi," I said, sliding into the seat opposite him.

"Hi," he replied, his voice soft.

"Thank you for meeting me," I began. "I just... I needed to see you. To talk."

He nodded, waiting for me to continue.

"I've had a lot of time to think," I said, my voice trembling. "And I realized that what we had was special. It's not something you just walk away from."

"Bucky, I still love you," I said, my eyes filling with tears. "I know you needed time and space, but I believe we can make this work. We owe it to ourselves to try."

He looked down at his hands, silent for a moment. "I've missed you too," he admitted finally. "Every day. But I was scared. Scared that I couldn't be the person you needed me to be."

"We can figure it out together," I said earnestly. "We always have. Please, let's give us another chance."

Bucky's eyes met mine, filled with uncertainty and hope. "I don't want to hurt you again."

"You won't," I assured him. "We'll take it slow, communicate better, and support each other. We can learn from our mistakes."

He took a deep breath, then reached across the table to take my hand. "Okay. Let's try."

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The following weeks were filled with cautious steps towards rebuilding our relationship. We spent time together, talking about our fears and dreams, rediscovering the love that had always been there. It wasn't easy, but with each passing day, we grew stronger.

One evening, as we walked in the park, Bucky stopped and turned to me. "You were right," he said. "We are meant to be."

I smiled, my heart swelling with love. "I never stopped believing that."

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As the seasons changed, our love blossomed anew. We faced challenges together, supporting and understanding each other in ways we hadn't before. The bond between us deepened, rooted in the trust and commitment we had rebuilt.

Years later, we returned to the park where it had all begun, standing by the same spot where we had our first date. Bucky took my hand, looking into my eyes with a love that had only grown stronger.

"Thank you for never giving up on us," he said softly.

"I couldn't imagine my life without you," I replied, squeezing his hand.

And as we walked away, hand in hand, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it together, forever in love.