November, 1965
03:21am
Wind feels cold and bitter against my skin.
The memory of a kiss on the cheek warms me.
To love would be a wonderful feeling.
All I feel is hate.
I hate Hydra.
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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
