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3 days later
Beatrice Rose Jones was sitting in a feld blowing on every dandelion in sight. Even if it sounded childish she hoped if she wished hard enough on one of them it would make Bucky come back and all this to be a awful nightmare she can wake up from.
Bee hasn't smiled in 3 days.
Bees eyes are puffy and her heart's broken. When Bee felt pain it was usually over time and in small amounts, not this. Bee was faced with a tidal wave of sadness and she's still drowning in it. Her world has stoped but everyone else's is still going. They don't release how lucky they are to have there soulmate, she didn't.
She is waiting for a letter from Steve, the selfish part of her hopes it will say he's coming home and they will be able to greave together. She hopes he will be able to help her plan Bucky's funeral, she doesn't think she can get through that alone.
She feels bad for Steve it must be so hard for him all alone, no one knows he and Bucky were soulmates so no one will treat Steve like he's lost one, to them he simply lost a friend.
She hasn't left the house to go anywhere but the feld to wish. People have stopped by, they say how sorry they are, how Bucky was a good man, they bring food and hugs. Bee doesn't want this she wants, no she needs Bucky. These people will come and go Bucky was ment to stay forever. He wasn't ment to leave her. His hugs made her feel whole, there made her feel empty.
In the dandelion field she is left to her thoughts, normally Bee would love this, to just get lost in her own head. Not today every time she closed her eyes she saw Bucky and every time she let herself thinks she was reminded her soulmate was dead.
Everything in the house reminded her of him. She both hated and loved this. She hated thinking about him because that reminded her of the hole in her heart without him. At the same time the house brought memories, she knows one day she will want them, to be able to think back on her true love.
She stays in the field for a few hours contemplating her life. Thought entered her head at lightning speed and left just as fast. She got up so slowly you would have thought the world on her shoulders. She rushed home, but it didn't really feel like home it was still home when Bucky was at war but now he's gone gone so it's just not.
She tried to get home as unnoticed as possible, she didn't want people to look at her with pity. She disliked being pitted a lot. She couldn't deal with the look they would give her, these strangers.
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When she got home her eyes lit up when seeing a letter from Steve her beloved, her only beloved. She hoped the contents would've able to mend her heart the last letter she resolved broke.
With a heart filled with hope her delicate hand grasped the rough envelope. She wanted him to come home, she wanted to be in his loving embrace. She quickly got the letter from the envelope and looked it read:
Emotions. Funny things. There strange. The old saying "you get what you get and you don't get upset" defines them somewhat. There unexplained and unpredictable. They can travel alone or in packs. They can be as finite or loose. There hard to identify and reason with. They can come as slow as a sloth giving you time to prepare or as quick as a bullet shooting you without warning and mercilessly. Overall there weird.
In this moment it was like several bullets of emotions shot Bee before she could blinks. Her hand grasped the nearby table as her breath quickened. She blinked away the water droplets attempting to flee her eyes.
After 3 long days a smile stretched on the sweat girls face. "Everything's ok" she whispers. She hoped the universe had pity on her kind soul and decided to make everything ok and give her the happy life she deserves.
Sadly that's not true.
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"False hope is clung to with all one's might and main, till a day comes when it has sucked the heart dry and it forcibly breaks through its bonds and departs. After that comes the misery of awakening, and then once again the longing to get back into the maze of the same mistakes."
-Rabindranath Tagore
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Hello there
We're now more than halfway done with act one!
(There is going to be 12 chapters in act one and 3 acts in total btw)
I'm planning on adding a quote at the end of the chapter that's relive the to what happen and/or what will happen. Im going to add it to the past chapters when I edit the book which will be once I finish act 1
I hope you all liked this chapter and enjoyed reading it. Please comment what you think, I need some constructive criticism
