Elynnor {a Bucky Barnes Fanfic}
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Last published Tue, Apr 12, 2022
Well the weight of the world can't be handled by the pure and gentle although sometimes hostile hands of the person who cared for it the most. The person that is almost more perfect than the sound of waves crashing on the shore. Then the gentle breeze on a hot summer's day. My dearest Elynnor. She only could care for the world but also crush it in a moment. She had many flaws that she hid yet at the very most she represented all that I am not. She was pure and I have been tarnished by the world. She was gentle yet I am as gentle as the storm brewing in the wind. She was almost never hostile but I? I am always referred to by the roaring wind with the force of a tornado. A fuse that could blow at any moment. Although when I was with her she calmed me down like a cold refreshment after exercise. She was the keeper to the key of my heart. She alone came and went at any moment of any day. To be near her was to love her. She is a need not a want. Living would be nothing without her in my arms. I held my chest in despair. And I would never hold her in my arms again because even after the fights, the kisses, the love, the hate, and the lust, I've lost her. I am now just a husk of a person that I used to be. She was the light in a dark room and my heartbreaking ways found the switch and flipped it. Now I'm alone in a dark room. Blind to my surroundings.
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