Perfume

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Bucky stared at the empty room before him, afraid to touch anything, as if the slightest movement will scare your essence away. The empty bottle in his metal hand hung dangerously, taunting his impaired state to forget this was real. Slowly, he let his feet move gently across the floor, feeling the ghost of the rhythm of the two of you dancing. His hands firmly on your waist, holding you as close as he could, feeling the satin on his calloused hand and feeling your hips sway to the melody. The two of you were cheek-to-cheek, whispering adoring phrases into your ear and he could feel you shiver, melting even more into his embrace. With trembling hands, he put down the bottle, grasping a delicate vial in its place, feeling a stab of anguish in his chest as a light spritz of aroma misted out of the bottle and Bucky reminisced in the last he had of you.

Clutching the vanity for support, the perfume invaded Bucky's senses, swirling around in his mind, bringing forth the crippling memories that once gave him strength. The smell of the slight hints of honey left the lingering taste of your lip balm, imagining the feeling of his tongue running across your soft lips. The scent of the almonds went straight to the nerves on his skin, recalling the sensation of his palm running down the side of your body, from your back down to your thigh, pressing you to him. Bucky could feel you against him, skin on skin, heat radiating off each other, breathless and intimate, letting serenity turn reality into a haze. You were under him, his forehead pressed against yours, feeling pleasure engulfed you, as you convulse beneath his body and cling to him for support. Your fingers were locked in his hair, only letting go to slowly drag down his back, a passion Bucky craved more than everything.

The dominant scent of pears sent shivers down his spine. He saw you. Your eyes. The universe that he explored every time he gazed into them. Such a vast cosmos but Bucky knew it all. He knew every crevice and every galaxy. He could name every star and every planet. He fell in love with the incorruptibility and beauty of you. He fell in love with the way you looked at him. In the darkness and isolation in his own eyes, you saw stars, as well. You told him that you could see the spectrum of colours that blended into the abyss and heavenly bodies orbited around his innocent light. You told him so many times that he believed it. When he saw himself, he too, could see your universe reflected in his eyes. Bucky lifted his head and stared deep into the mirror, watching the last star burn out, leaving an ocean of black and he felt the hot tears streaming down his face. He loved you. God, he adored you. It had always been you. No one looked at him the way you did. Falling to his knees as his arms gave out, the perfume shattered on the floor, seeping into the carpet below the vanity. The last of you was gone. You were gone.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 27, 2018 ⏰

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