Alone.That's the only word I have to describe how I've felt for these past two months. When I wake up in the morning the bed is empty when I come back from work our home is cold and eerie, and when I go to sleep I'm alone.
This didn't use to be like this, Bucky and I used to be okay. We would have date nights and plan days out, but now, its all changed. Its like we don't even know each other anymore.
Two strangers living in the same home.
During this past week, I've been coming to terms with the undeniable truth that I was facing, and I would have to face it head on. I know he's either cheating on me or he doesn't love me anymore.
Earlier today, I started packing my things. This once joyful loud home is nothing but a box full of sorrow and memories. It feels like it's confining me like I can't escape it.
As I finished packing a majority of my clothes I moved on to my nightstand. Old pictures of Bucky and I smiling and laughing sat on it. Tears began to well in my eyes. Before I knew it a sob escaped my throat, I quickly grabbed one of the frames and threw it against the wall.
What happened to us?!
We were supposed to work out, I thought we'd eventually get married.
Letting out my last tear I wiped my face on my sleeve and got out of the crouched position I found myself in.
I grabbed my suitcase, put it by the front door, and waited for Bucky to get home.
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It was finally 12 am when I heard the door clicking and unlocking, shutting off my phone which I was on for the past few hours and standing up from the couch I waited for Bucky to walk in.
Once he walked in he jumped when he saw me.
"Jesus y/n, you scared the shit outta me", he said then took his coat off hanging it on the hanger.
I let out a sigh before speaking, "I know you're cheating on me."
Bucky's figure froze, and in that moment my heart shattered, this was really happening.
"I-I knew it was either cheating or-or that you don't love me anymore. I figured this wa-was gonna happen but I never thought it would be with you, Buck.", I finished with a few small tears escaping.
As he turned to face me I could see the guilt on his face, "y/n I didn't mean to".
I glared as he said that, "Don't pull that shit on me Bucky, you didn't mean to hurt me and cheat on me for two months?! You're a real jerk and I hope you know that.", I said while going to pick my suitcase up.
Bucky grabbed my arm as soon as he saw my suitcase then spoke, "What the fuck are you doing?!"
"What the hell does it look like asshole, I'm leaving.", I said as I ripped my arm out of his grip.
I saw Bucky's face pale as I said that, "y/n she means nothing to me. You are the one I love. Listen to me, I know I messed up big time okay, I get that. But what was I supposed to do?!", he said in a panicked tone.
I looked at him one last time before saying, "If you really loved me you would never have cheated on me, have a shitty life Bucky.", and with that, I stormed out of the house with my things, got in my car and drove off.
While driving I realized I had no place to stay. I pulled the car over and took my phone out, despite him being Bucky's closest friend I had no other option but to call Steve.
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Bucky Barnes Imagines
Fanfiction"Who the hell is Bucky?" wattpad | 2017 || requests status: closed ||