[He hates this. He hates that he can't feel anything. He hates that whether he could or not, he's motherfucking useless.
He hates that he's the goddamn villain no matter what he does. He hates that he keeps having to go through this shit with people he called friend.
He hates that hearing he ain't got to tear his ownself apart doesn't bring enough relief and a little that it does.]
That's not what-- Bucky!
[Bucky bolts. He could chase after. He could keep up, again one of the few to be able. But instead he stands there, wishing foolish that he could be someone else.
Hours later, a folded paper has been left in Bucky's mailbox.]
i'm sorry.
[He suspects that it's the last he'll be seeing, hearing, or feeling Bucky for a long ass time.]
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cw: suicidal ideation
He hates that he's the goddamn villain no matter what he does. He hates that he keeps having to go through this shit with people he called friend.
He hates that hearing he ain't got to tear his ownself apart doesn't bring enough relief and a little that it does.]
That's not what-- Bucky!
[Bucky bolts. He could chase after. He could keep up, again one of the few to be able. But instead he stands there, wishing foolish that he could be someone else.
Hours later, a folded paper has been left in Bucky's mailbox.]
i'm sorry.
[He suspects that it's the last he'll be seeing, hearing, or feeling Bucky for a long ass time.]