𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒. ( 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ) ✓

lxii. BREAKUP

After several delightful months of happiness with Bucky Barnes it seemed that the honeymoon period was over. As of late, the two of you were arguing about everything: who was supposed to do this dishes, what to watch, where to go and, worst of all, who the other was spending time with.

"(Y/N), are you even listening?" You quickly averted your gaze from your phone screen back to your boyfriend who stood across the kitchen counter with a clenched jaw and furrowed brows. "Um, yeah..."

"Then what did I just say?"

"...That you love me?" you smiled sweetly, rounding the corner and leaning your head on his shoulder to try and ease the tension. He quickly pulled away, exhaling in frustration and crossing back to the opposite side of the counter. "I asked you who you were texting?"

"No-one, just an old school friend who wants to meet up," you brushed off nonchalantly though it seemed Bucky was less inclined to let this petty argument go.

"What is it with you and always wanting to go out?" Bucky grumbled. This immeadiately caused a change in your demeanour. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what I said. You seem very keen to get away from me." Bucky's sentence trailed off as though he was embarrassed to complete the latter statement. You cautiously made your way to Bucky. He avoided eye contact as you moved through the kitchen to stand in front of him.

"Why would you think I would want to get away from you?" You mumble softly, extending your hand out to cup his face though he shies away from your touch, moving backwards causing you to flinch. "I don't understand what's happening..." You half-laugh in disbelief as Bucky remains wordless.

"What do you mean you don't understand? I thought we both saw this coming?" The volume of Bucky's voice escalates.

"Saw what coming?" You return in a frantic, confused scream.

"Breaking up." Silence overcomes the room as you look on at Bucky through glossy eyes. "What?" Your voice is barely a whisper as you struggle to force any words past the lump
in your throat.

"We- it's-, it's better this way."

"How?! How is that better? You're overreacting! Fine, Buck, I won't go out with my friend or any friends for that matter and-, and I'll cook dinner today, okay? And I can spend every minute of every day with you from now-" Your desperate ramble is interrupted as Bucky presses his lips to yours. This kiss isn't the same as the ones you had shared previously. His lips were practically clinging onto yours, his hand was partially buried in your hair and his thumb brushed the peak of your cheekbones whilst his other hand guided your head towards his to deepen the kiss. This kiss was sad, regretful yet desperate. It was a goodbye kiss.

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter at this realisation, as though it would help you remember the kiss forever.

Bucky is the one to pull away but your lips follow his, begging for the moment to never end. His forehead remains pressed to yours and his eyes still closed as he mumbles, "It's just not working anymore and you know it."

You feel your body grow cold as anger replaces sadness. You shove Bucky away, hitting at his chest. A part of you hates yourself for being one of those pathetic girls that can't just let her boyfriend go but Bucky wasn't just your boyfriend. You wanted to marry him and have kids with him but it seemed you were quickly losing sight of that future.

You continue hitting at Bucky's chest though it's weak due to your lack of energy and he clearly remains unaffected nonetheless. "Stop it! You don't mean it!" You exclaim between hits. Bucky reaches his human hand for your wrists whilst the other is placed on your back guiding you into his body for an embrace. Your body accepts it without hesitation despite your mind trying to remain angry at him. His chin rests on the top of your head and you hear him sniffle, obviously just as emotional as you at this point.

He presses a chaste kiss to the top of your head and then another to your temple and then a final one to your nose. "I think I'm gonna go..."

You say nothing and try not to watch as he leaves your apartment, shutting the door behind him for the last time.