❝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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"Have you got your lucky bracelet?"
"Yes"
"How about socks, did you pack enough socks?"
"Yes doll"
"What abou-"
"Rose, doll. I think i've got everything." Bucky cut her off, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Do you have to go?" she whispered into his chest sadly. Sighing, he kissed the top her head enjoying the last embrace they would have for a while. "If I could pack you up and bring you with me, you know I would."
"I know, Buck, I know."
"Last call for the 107th. Please board."
"I have to go." Bucky hesitantly let go of Rose, kissing her once more before picking his bag up and walking onto the train. As the train began to move, Rose spotted Bucky hanging out of one of the windows, waving at her. Quickly she began to run alongside the train "I love you James Barnes" she yelled. "I love you Rose Barnes." he called back, a bright grin on his face as he pointed his girl out to the guys around him. Blowing her one last kiss, the train was out of sight.
