It is cold.
I do not know where I am.
I do not open my eyes.
I will myself to die.
Cold hands find their way up my arm. They move softly, assuming they go unnoticed. They slip my hand into their own. The flesh is worn, like my own, with callouses in the same places. They tap their fingertips lightly on the back of my palm to the beat of a song I once knew.
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An Attempt at Sunshine (Winter Soldier) (Marvel)
Fanfiction[I keep seeing ghosts. They whisper and scream and cry and I do not understand. I think I am a ghost too.] My debut fanfic! How exciting! Just a little Marvel for you my dears- have fun! NOTE: PLEASE PLEASE read the dates before each section!!!! Th...
