"i will kiss you like forgiveness...we will press promises between us like flowers in a book."

the chill of his stare is haunting.
the hair that falls and frames his face is starting to become all he knows.
if he tries hard enough it's as though he's found his way back to that shore, with the fleeting memory of the weight of his hand on his shoulder, pulling him to safety.
he doesn't want his mind to be the only place he can see these things anymore.

(post tws) || bucky's counterpart: http://8tracks.com/bogdanowwolfgang/haunted/

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