A month
"Happy birthday, my love. I had this whole day planned out. I thought maybe we could've went to the movies and then get dinner. I even made a birthday playlist for you. But I guess we will have to postpone things.
You didn't pay rent. So the landlord kicked you out. I packed all your personal belongings into boxes and stored them at my place if... when you come back. Because I know you will, soon, I hope.
I also found a letter. The date tells me that you wrote it the day you left. I don't know why I didn't find it before. Guess you're too good at hiding. Hah! Get it? Because you're currently hiding from me.
Or from your past. I wish I knew what you're hiding from. The letter says that you love me. If you do then please call me. Please come back to me. I miss you. I can't do all this without you. I haven't been speaking with my family for a month now and I don't have anyone anymore. I need you, baby. Please. I am begging you. I hate to cry. Sorry. I didn't want to cry. But I need you to call me. Tell me that you're okay. Please. I love you, Bucky."
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The man with the gloves [bucky barnes ff]
FanfictionIsla Austen is just one of many young, ambitious, optimistic and hopeful college students who move to New York to find themselves and become their own person. Bucky Barnes is a scarred broken man who is haunted by the demons of his past, wishing no...
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