'Just A Little While'

'Chapter 21'

(Florence POV)

I awakened, my body aching. My surroundings were freezing cold. 'Was I dreaming or was I alive?' I opened my eyes; I was in the snow. My head was resting against a rock that was keeping me upright. I looked to my right and saw the snow was stained red and there was a painful shock coming from my right arm. I then heard the snow crunching near me. I looked up and saw men searching the surroundings. I didn't know whether I should yell out of if I should stay quiet. They then saw me. My eyes widened as they called more men over and they ran up to me. Their hands stiffly grabbed me and dragged me from my place. I had no strength the fight against them and even if I did, I would probably die out here in the cold. They dragged me to a truck and threw me inside. A doctor than injected me with something making my vision go weak.

(Bucky POV)

I sit at the bar, a glass of whiskey in my hands. The feeling of guilt has been pooling at my stomach for the past two weeks. It only felt as if she was coming back. It had been 3 weeks since she had, fallen but I still see her everywhere I go. Sitting in the park I see her walk past, smiling and waving at me. I see her waiting on my bed, I see her in the back alleyways I walk past and finally in the crowd of women dancing. I then sensed someone near me. It was her.

"Bucky, you're going to drink yourself away." She started. I stayed silent and took another sip.
"I know your ignoring me." She said, her voice sounded so real.

"You're not here, I know." I snapped. She stayed silent. I finished my drink and walked out of the bar, leaving her at the seat. I walked home with the streetlights dim. She was back though, walking next to me.

"Bucky," She whispered. I looked up and stopped.
"Florence, get out of my head." I snapped. Her smiled dimmed.
"Buck, you need to move on from me." She said. I cradled my head in my hands.

"I can't! The love of my life died in front of my eyes, and I could have done more to save you, but instead I watched, I watched as you fell. I can't move on Flo. I love you." My voice shook.

"That's why you need to move on, Bucky. Life your life for me." I couldn't look at her. I knew she wasn't real, but it was something she would have wanted me to do. She would have wanted me to move on, find another love. She would have wanted me to settle down, forget about her and have a life. I couldn't though. She was still everywhere I looked. Every day would find something of hers. Memories would flood my mind again making me remember small things about her. Her smile, the sound of her laughter, the way her hands would touch my body.

(Florence POV)

I awoke again, my vision blurry but from what I could see there were multiple doctors around me. All in white coats. I went to move my right hand, but I looked down and saw an arm of metal. I screamed. I moved my hand and my fingers, and they worked perfectly. The doctors tried to push me down, but I resisted. My metal hand then wrapping around a doctor's neck lifting him from the floor, strangling him. the doctors then injected me with something making me drop uncurious.

(Bucky POV)

I was in bed, my hands gripping the journal, her journal. I had read all her journal entrees; she had put so much effort into each and every single of the letters. I could her voice, reading them out loud in my head. My pillow was stained with tears, and I just wanted her to come through the door. Her face bright and alive but to my dismay that never happened. Steve had checked up on me, multiple times but I never felt like talking with him, not about anything especially her.

(TIME SKIP TILL 4 DAYS LATER)

I was walking down the street, Florence's visits decreasing. She was following me down the street. I could sense her.