This book starts with an 11 part series about the game "7 minutes in heaven". The rest will just be separate imagines.
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Been awhile since the last post. If you started reading this book recently, then I guess you are in luck. But if there is someone, against all odds, that has been waiting since last year for this part, then I'm sorry lol. My bad.
Warning: Filth, obvi
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I knew I would doubt my choice as soon as I made it, but honestly, I don't even think staying was ever an option. I don't even know if he would've wanted that or if I did. Fuck him, truly. I don't know why I care about what he wants. I didn't do any of this because I thought it was what he wanted. I did this for me. For the flash drive and for some fucking closure.
And yet.
I don't miss the way I used to feel in that relationship. I don't miss the person I was when we were together, not at all. I miss who he was and who he still is. The memory of him pains me, but seeing him? Hearing him? Touching him? Every shared experience there is, I crave it. I think I didn't want to admit to myself how good it felt seeing him again.
I realize that my feet have stopped moving. My eyes are fixated forward, but I can't see anything. My mind is too occupied with thoughts for me to see anything else. When the blur clears, I notice that park that is around me. There are actually people here, people I didn't even notice just a moment ago. I take a seat on a bench and let my thoughts bring me back to Bucky.
I wonder if he will be looking for me just like last time. If, this time, he won't let me go. Maybe I shouldn't have left. I reach into my bra and grasp the small, cold item I put there before I left. After staring at it for a while, I toss the flash drive into one of the trashcans on my way out of the park.
I'm not exactly sure how I remembered my way back to Bucky, but I have. He must've seen me coming from the window because I haven't even made it to the door before he swings it open.
"Where have you been?"
His eyes look a bit manic as they rake over my body, investigating it desperately. By the looks of the towel that is barely hanging onto his hips, he must've hurried to the door. Too worried to pay any attention to his state.
"Out," I respond as I walk up to him and give him a hug.
His arms latch onto my waist, and he slowly places his chin on top of my head.
"I was worried, thought they might've come looking for you," he whispers as his hand strokes the back of my head.
"Not yet, at least."
"I'm serious, we need to do something about that."
"They can try coming for me, but I doubt they will do anything if they know I'm hanging around you. They're not exactly an Avengers-level threat."
He grabs my shoulders and gives me a comforting smile.
"Let's get you back inside."
I can tell he was worried, but not if he was worried I had gone back to Luis or just worried about me. It's not like leaving made things any less complicated, and I don't feel like explaining myself. It was all too much at once, and nothing has changed. It just felt less complicated when he held me, and that is sort of what I have been looking for, for a while.
