Dear Rebecca,
Everything is moving a little slow here, I hope we're reaching the final month of the North African Campaign. Then I'll be able to stay in London for a while.
I miss the sights and sounds of Brooklyn. I miss spending the day with you and Steve at the local park, eating lunch and looking for shapes in the clouds.
I also miss the way we would hold each other when we were down in the dumps, and how we'd keep each other warm.
I miss the way we would stay up late and just talk. I miss everything about you.
I miss the smell of your sister's cherry pie. I miss the smell of the snow in the winter. I miss the smell of your perfume.
I love you, my dearest Rebecca Wood.
-Love, Bucky Barnes
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Love, Rebecca Wood // Bucky Barnes ✔️
Fanfiction"The next time I see your face will be the next time I'll ever see daylight again." Letters of love, hope, tragedy, and loss between lovers in the time of World War II •CA:TFA• {COMPLETED 8.27.16} {EDITED 3.13.17}
