The Loved One || j.b.b

CHAPTER 11: NEW START

You woke up weak and sad. You felt your limp body trying to hold your weight up and your tired brain trying to catch up. You managed to stand up still and get hold of the little table.

You managed your way to the small mirror but the sight was not welcoming. You didn't recognise the woman in the mirror. Her hair was a faint (h/c) and her eyes were from bright (e/c) now a dark hate black. Wrinkled bags were formed under her eyes and her body was limp and dead. Her lips had lost their beautiful color and now were wrinkled and nub.

The cuts on your wrist were almost fully healed but they were still there enough to remind you of the awful state you had been through.

Carefully and slowly you walked towards the door but when you touched the hesitated. What if they don't want to see me? What if HE is so mad at me he won't even talk to me? A voice inside you said. Don't be silly, they know it wasn't your fault, besides HE knows the state you were in. Another voice disagreed with the first.

You picked all your strength and logic your body had left and unlocked the door.

The hallway was quiet and there were no signs of humans around. When you stepped forward, something blocked your leg. A body. HIS body. He was sleeping peacefully in front of your legs and was looking almost as tired as you did. Did he stood there all these days? The voice inside asked.

A buried all those days instinct woke up and you kneeled behind the bode and rested your head on his curled body. You breathed slowly and sighed. You close your eyes and put your hand around his free shoulder.

After a while of pure peace a small movement woke you up from your peaceful state. He was waking up. For some reason the idea of him waking up terrified you. You took your hands off him.

He slowly raised his head from the ground and stretched his body. You breathed out. He suddenly stood completely still. He turned his head and when his still from tiredness beautiful blue eyes faced you his expression changed from tired to surprise.

He raised his metal arm and for a moment you thought he was gonna hit you but instead he placed his hand on your plate cheek with an expression of pure curiosity, as if you weren't really there. "(y/n)? Is it really you? Are you real?" He asked.

You opened your mouth for the first time in a long time and your voice came out faint and rough: "Yes Bucky, it is me, I am real..." you whispered. His eyes brightened up a bit and he placed his hands around your small, weak, limp body so softly and carefully as if there was danger for you to brake.

For the first time in a while you felt that spark of happiness inside your cold heart and you sunk into the moment...

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