My Dearest Bucky,
The war is over, my love. But you can't come home.
You said you would come home. You said you would come home and we would be married. You wanted to start new. Start a family. Live with the love of your life.
You lied. Again.
It's been almost 9 months since you died.
I've since adopted Daniel, we live together in Eliza and Allan's old apartment.
The war ended. But the war ended in horrible fashion. Our new president, Harry Truman, ordered atomic bombs be dropped on two different cities in Japan. Hundreds of thousands are dead. Millions more in Europe.
But the war is over. Hitler is dead.
And you're not here with me.
Neither my sister or brother-in-law.
Nor is Steve.
Hope all is well, where the fallen ones go.
I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.
~Love, Rebecca Wood
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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}
