LETTER TWO ,
⠀dear bucky,
⠀i'm glad you can't see me now. Do you know what age does to you?
⠀do you know what solitude does to you? vecause i don't think you do.
⠀i don't think you understand what it is like to see the people around you wither away and you're just here, forced to watch. forced to live and never give your life for anything. to never risk it or put it on the line.
⠀it gives you no purpose. you're just on a loop of trying to forget the day before.
⠀because when you come home reeking of guilt, and covered in blood there is simply nothing else you can do.
⠀i can't do anything but live and it's killing me.
⠀i don't believe that you die once in your life i don't think people know the true meaning.
⠀it's not your heart stopping or your lungs emptying.
⠀it's crippling.
⠀and nobody understands.
⠀do you remember when i died?
⠀before you left, when i had no one.
⠀and then you left.
⠀you killed me.
⠀and i'm forced to die everyday.
⠀love, theodora
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