August, 1950
09:18am
I don't remember what it feels like to have physical contact with another human being.
Aside from fighting—my fist breaking skin and cracking bone—I only ever feel the metal shackles that hold me down while they wipe me. And seconds before I succumb to Cryo, I feel the cold—never warmth.
I wish I remembered what it feels like to hold someone, to feel skin against skin, the light thumps of two heartbeats; sometimes I wonder if my heart is even beating. I just don't feel alive anymore.
JE LEEST
Ephemeral ☇ B. Barnes
Fanfictie. . .in which his memories come and go in waves when he's not in cryo, and he writes them in notebooks to ensure he will not lose them again. #206 in Fanfiction as of 5/28/16. © savagesociety 2016
