❝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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Rose was in the middle of a late night shift at the diner. At the sound of the door chime each time she's mumble to the customer before going back to scrubbing the same spot on the counter.
Although Rose heard the door open and close again. She kept her eyes glued to the counter. "Welcome, what can I get you?" She spoke monotonously.
"I'll take a banana split. What about you Steve?" At the sound of the familiar voice, Rose's eyes snapped up to the man. Eyes filling with tears at the sight of her husband, she threw the rag on the floor and sprinted over to him.
Hugging her as tight as he could, Bucky lifted her off the ground and spun her around. "I promised you, Doll. And I never break my promises."
"Shut up you fool and kiss me!" Rose grinned, quickly attaching her lips to his. Steve stood there awkwardly. "U-um, I'd like to order a coffee..."
