For two years, Bucky and I have been together, and our love still feels as fresh as it did on the day we first met. Every thought of him sends that familiar tingle through me. The butterflies in my stomach still flutter wildly, and the warmth that spreads through my heart is like an unquenchable fire. He is the one person with whom I feel the most at ease, who brings me a peace like no other and makes my heartbeat race with a mere thought.
He has been back on duty for a while now. I've grown accustomed to his frequent absences due to his work, but every moment we spend together is all the more precious. The current state of affairs in the world only heightens the anticipation of his return, and I wait days, weeks, months until he is back with me. It's always a surprise when he'll come home next, as sending letters to loved ones has become increasingly complicated for soldiers. Despite the heaviness of our lives, the thought of him enchants me, and a smile creeps onto my face as I walk down the street to my parents' house and ring the doorbell.
I am lost in my thoughts when someone else opens the door instead of my mother, who usually answers – it's Bucky. My heart skips a beat. For a moment, the world around me fades, and there is only him. Am I dreaming? "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE HERE!" I scream, throwing myself into his arms. He laughs softly, enveloping me in a warm embrace, lifting me off my feet, and kissing me deeply. He makes me forget everything around us. I feel tears welling up in my eyes as I gaze at his familiar face, feeling his warm hands on my back as he sets me back down. "Hey, Hex," he whispers tenderly, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. His voice – deep, soft, and full of love – is my sanctuary. "I can't believe you're here!" My voice trembles with joy and relief at seeing him unharmed, knowing he is well. I have missed him so much; every minute apart felt like an eternity. His mischievous grin nearly makes me melt.
As I enter the living room, I see my parents, Bucky's parents and siblings, as well as Steve and his mother Sarah. The table is set for a festive meal, as if I've missed a grand surprise. I was told we were having a family brunch. My eyes widen. "What... what is going on?" I ask, looking around in confusion. My mother grins while my father wears a conspiratorial smile. "As we said, brunch with family," he replies, without further explanation. I glance between them, still overwhelmed. I greet everyone present, hug Bucky's sister Rebecca, and chat with Bucky's mother for a moment before we sit at the table. Bucky and my parents have gotten along splendidly from the very beginning. Bucky's mother transformed my mother and Steve's mother into a close-knit trio, and our fathers meet almost every day; sometimes I wonder how they still find things to talk about.
As everyone shares anecdotes, my stomach hurts from laughing so much. Especially with Rebecca, Bucky's younger sister, I've built a deep bond over the past two years. She is like the sister I never had. We understand each other through mere glances and immediately clicked. It is such a blessing that our families get along so well. Even after we've finished eating, we continue to talk for ages until Bucky suddenly stands up. The gentle smile on his face makes me curious. He seems nervous and has something planned. "There's a reason I'm here today, Elora," he begins, and I feel all eyes in the room on us. My heart races, a nervous flutter spreading in my stomach. What is he up to?
"I needed to speak with your parents first to ask for their permission," he continues, and my breath catches. Permission? For what? I look at my parents, who are smiling at me with tears in their eyes. Even Bucky's mother is wiping away a tear, while Rebecca looks at me with tearful eyes. Why is everyone crying? My heart pounds so loudly that I can hear it in my ears. Suddenly, Bucky kneels in front of me, and everything around me blurs.
Oh. My. God. My breath halts, my hands start trembling. Tears stream down my face. He pulls out a small box, opens it, and reveals a simple, golden ring that sparkles in the sunlight. "Elora," he begins with his deep, familiar voice, "you have been the center of my life for the past two years. You are the light that guides me through every battle. You are the woman I think of when things get dangerous, who reminds me why I fight. You are always by my side, no matter what comes, and you're strong enough to stand in front of me when I can't fight anymore. From the first moment you walked into that room, you turned my world upside down. I forgot how to breathe. From that day on, I only saw you." His voice falters slightly, and I see his eyes misting over. "That's why I want to ask you something." He pauses, and the moment stretches out forever as my heart pounds wildly against my chest. "Will you, Elora Sue Winter, marry me?"
For a moment, I forget how to breathe. Oxygen? What is that again? Tears flow down my cheeks, and I can hardly believe this moment is real. I cry, laugh, and my heart feels like it might explode with happiness. "YES!" I shout, almost screaming, half laughing, half crying. "Yes. Yes, I will!" The world around me blurs as he slips the ring onto my finger. I jump up, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him passionately. "I love you, Hex," he whispers in my ear, his voice so full of tenderness that my heart flutters again. "I love you too, Bucky," I whisper back as we press our foreheads together and savor the moment. In that instant, there is nothing else – just him, just us. I am going to marry the man of my dreams. The love of my life. Forever.
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Who the hell am I (english version)
FanfictionUPDATES EVERY DAY AT 5 PM! She remembers nothing. Where did she come from? What happened? How did she get here? Where is her family? In short: she doesn't know. For two years, Elora has wandered, never staying in one place for long. Always searching...
