Avengers Imagines

The death of a loved one ~ Bucky

You walked down the pavement of your street. Your feet hit the ground with soft thumps every time you took a step. Your heart was cold. It had been for a while. There wasn't a single speck of happiness left in your body. Your hands were cold, your nose was cold. Your entire face was cold. All of your happiness, all of your happy memories were gone. The reason of that feeling of emptiness lays two weeks before this moment.

It was a cold day in December. Christmas was just around the corner and you were super excited.  You ran down te corridor in the big mansion you lived in. You were decorating the house. You set up the Christmas tree and decorated it as well. once the entire house was covered in Christmas decoration, you were finally content. You sat down on the couch in the huge living room. It was a big red and gold couch. It was an old and almost ancient design as you'd like to call it. There were two large bookcases covering two of the walls in the living room. They were filled with all kinds of books. You stood up and walked over to one of the large bookcases. You walked down the row of books, letting your hand slide over their covers. You walked and found the book you were looking for. You took the book in your hands and looked at it with a glimpse of a smile on your face. It was your favourite book. Your father always used to read it to you when you were little. You'd cuddle up to him in bed listening to his calming voice. You walked back to the couch and sat down again, starting to read the book.

About thirty minutes later the phone rang. You laid the book down and picked up the phone, wondering who might be calling. "Hello, this is Y/n. How can I help you?" You said with the most sickeningly sweet voice you could muster. "Hello ma'am, I'm really sorry to tell you this, but your parents just passed away. They were both victims of a serial killer. I'm sorry ma'am." You slapped your hand in front of your mouth, trying to hold back the sobs that are trying to escape your throat. You quickly thanked the person on the phone and hung up. They were gone. The two people you loved most in your life were gone, their lives brutally stolen from them. The phone fell out of your hands as you let it all out. The sadness, the pain, heartbreaking sobs wrecking through your body. Tears were streaming down my pale cheeks. You were alone. All alone. You never really had friends. Everyone at school saw you as a 'total weirdo'. The only friends you had were your parents. The two only people that cared for you and loved you. You loved them back with an equal or even bigger amount of love. Suddenly the mansion seemed darker. The place seemed dull. The Christmas decorations didn't make you feel happy anymore. Nothing or no one could comfort you.

The funeral was three days later. Each casket was carried by four men. There were some friends of my parents at the funeral too. The priest held his speech as the caskets were slowly lowered into the deep dark hole in the ground. You fought to hold back your tears, trying to be strong. The ceremony slowly went by and one by one everyone left. Everyone but you. When everyone was finally gone and the graves were closed, you sat down with your back against your dad's gravestone. You felt empty. No need to cry. Just empty.

This is where you are now. An empty shell of a person wandering the streets of New York. That's what the loss of a loved one, or two, can do to you. It kills you slowly from the inside.

You were still walking, lost in your thoughts, when you suddenly felt something hot spread on your t-shirt. You looked up and saw a man with a coffee cup, his face covered with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry," he said with a sad smile. You faked a smile back and told him it was fine. The man didn't seem to fall for it. "Are you alright?" He asked with a concerned look. This broke you. You weren't alright. You weren't fine. You were alone. You were empty. You were empty. You wanted to cry yourself into a sleep that you wouldn't wake up from. You let your guard down and let out a silent "No." The man motioned for you to follow him. You followed him silently, not caring about the point that you just met him. You needed someone. He lead you to his appartment. He brought you a sweater and made you some hot chocolate. Just a bit later you were both sitting on his couch. You were going to open up to this man. You trusted him.
~To be continued~