❝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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The jingle of the door chime alerted Rose , who was talking to Angie in the kitchen. Grabbing her notepad, she stepped out from the kitchen over to the booth. Noticing the familiar scent of Bucky's cologne, a smile formed on her face as she reached his and Steve's usual booth.
"Good morning Bucky."
"It's a good morning, now that you're here." The man spoke with a cheeky grin as he watched Rose's cheeks redden. "So, the usual Buck?" she asked, already scrawling his usual order down on her notepad. "Surprise me." he spoke up. Looking up from her notepad at him, a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she ripped the page off and stuffed it in the pocket of her apron.
"Don't I always?" Winking at Bucky, she walked back to the kitchen, swaying her hips in a teasing manner. "So... What's the deal between you two?" Angie spoke, snapping Bucky from his trance. "I got her to agree to a date." Jaw slacked, Angie squealed. "When?!" A proud expression formed on his face as he glanced over at Rose who was dancing around the kitchen.
