❝One of the hardest things you will ever have to do, my dear, is to grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.❞
In which the memories are too hard to escape so they are thrown into the flames along with everything else that reminded her of him...
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"So... what do you do in your spare time, doll?" Bucky Barnes spoke, taking a spoonful of ice cream and shovelling it into his mouth.
Rolling her eyes and sliding a napkin across the counter to him she raised an eyebrow "Wouldn't you like to know."
"I do, that's why I'm asking" Bucky smirked, unfazed by her sarcasm.
Looking around, Rose spotted a brunette glaring at her. Huffing, Rose gestured over to the girl "Why don't you go talk to that poodle over there, she's practically drooling over you."
Turning around, Bucky glanced at the brunette who quickly put her drink down and winked at him. Chuckling, he turned his attention back to the beautiful blonde who was slightly frowning.
"Now why would I do that? I've got everything I need, right in front of me."
