When I think of how I will die, it is not my life I see flash before my eyes, but his hands, his smile, the way his eyes crinkle as he laughs. I see the way his mouth would move slowly and softly as he said the word "love" as if it would break if he said it too harshly. When I think of how I will die, I see nothing but James Buchanan Barnes flashing before my eyes.All Rights Reserved
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