November, 1962
6:57am
I had a mission today.
I saw someone. I never caught a glimpse of their face from where I stood in the shadows. I could only see their back side.
Blond hair. Scrawny.
I'm not sure why I'm even writing this down. I don't think it means anything.
But just in case it does...
VOUS LISEZ
Ephemeral ☇ B. Barnes
Fanfiction. . .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
