Summary: It'll be okay, it will all work out, that what you said. This isn't a good-bye, just a see you later. That what you said. But why does this feel like the end, why does it feel like you are walking away forever?

Note: Sorry? No not really. I hope you enjoy reading!

"Are you sure this is what you really want Bucky?" I ask with a weaver in my voice.

Bucky sucks in a deep breath, nodding his head, "Yeah, I'm sure Doll. I think we both need some time to think and figure out what it is we really want."

I lower my gaze, not wanting Bucky to see the tears in my eyes. I don't want this to happen; I don't want him to leave. I want him to come inside with me and hold me, telling everything will be alright.

He cups my face, tilting my head up and places a gentle kiss to my forehead, "I love you Doll, that hasn't changed. But you know as well as I do we can't keep going the way we have. Fighting all the time, then acting like the fight never happened by having hot, crazy sex. It's not healthy."

I sigh, "Yeah, right. I know you are, but it just sucks. The feels more like a break up and not just taking a break. A break has a time limit, but this, all you've said is "we'll cross that bridge when we get there." So tell me straight out Bucky, is this you trying to break-up without hurting my too bad. Are you doing this because there is someone else?"

Bucky pulls me into a tight hug, holding me close to him, "I promise you this is not the end. There is no one else I want. We will be together again; we will do whatever it is we have to too make sure that we get a happy ever after."

Backing away, Bucky flashes me that mega watt smile of his that I can't resist and has me melting every time.

I can only manage a small smile and a nod of my head in response before he is turning and heading for the car. I stand there on the porch watching as the taillight fade out the farther away he drive. I can't even make myself move when I know that he is long gone.

'Get it together; you know that this needed to happen. You both have things to work through, both on your own and as a couple. This time apart will be good for the both of you. It will make you stronger in the end.'

At least, that is what I convinced myself into believing. I put my all into work, I picked up hobbies that I had once abandoned, and I had even started talking to a councilor who is helping me work on myself, issues that I always tried to ignore. I was starting to feel better, feel lighter.

Except in the back of my mind, I can't help but think about Bucky, hoping to hear from him and to see him during this time apart. Though weeks go by and there was nothing from Bucky.

I know we are on a break and don't have to talk every day, but I thought maybe we would talk every so often. Didn't happen though; it was complete radio silence. Maybe he was away on a mission, but after talking to Natasha and Wanda, I found out that wasn't true. That is when the doubt starts to set in. Could he just be avoiding me? Did he really want a break up but just called it a break to save face? Was he lying to me when he said that we would be together again?

"Come on Y/N don't think like that. Don't let this get you down, just go with the flow. Let things happen naturally." Wanda says, wrapping her arm around me.

I smile at her, "Yeah, you're right. I'm over reacting, and so not acting like myself. I need to just let things happen and in the end, no matter what I'll be better for it, right?"

"Right! Think positive. Now let's go, I'm hungry!"

I laugh and we link arms and head off to find somewhere to eat after a day of shopping.

"BUCKY! Stop it!"

A high pitch squeal fills the air, followed by the most annoying laugh I have ever heard in my life.

I turn to Wanda who is has an equally confused look on her face, "Did you just hear Bucky's name?"

She nods slowly, "Yeah. But like it could be any Bucky right? It's not like our Bucky is the only one with that name… right?"

I shrug and walk in the direction of the laugh out of curiosity. My heart pounds in my chest at the prospect of it being my Bucky I'm about to see. It couldn't be; he said there wasn't another. But could that have been a lie?

I hear Wanda gasp from beside me and follow her line of sight to see Bucky, my Bucky, with some brunette model wanna be. He is smiling and laughing at her, looking at her the way he used to look at me; holding her close like he never want to let her go… he looks happy. Really happy. Happier than he was with me the past few months.

Wanda squeezes my arm, "Y/N, are you okay?"

I'm frozen in my spot, unable to respond or turn away from Bucky and his mystery lady. They are good together; fit together like to puzzle pieces. He should have been with someone like her all along; I was just holding him back. Holding him back from true happiness.

"May… maybe she is just a friend?" Wanda tries to reason, but I hear the doubt in her voice.

Could that be it? Could she really just be a friend and I'm about to over react? The answer would be no…

My heart shatters as I watch in what seems to be slow motion, Bucky leaning down pressing his lips to the woman's. She wraps her arms around Bucky's neck, and Bucky pulls her closer to him. One arm slides around her waist and the other getting tangled in her hair.

That is no friendly kiss; that is a kiss between two lovers… that is a kiss Bucky used to give me. How long has it been since he kissed me like that? Like I was his everything? Like there was no one else in the world that mattered? A kiss that we both put our all into, a kiss of pure love and not anger filled lust. Not a kiss that was a means to reach a climax.

I shut my eyes tight, fighting back the tears. Wanda wraps her arms around her,

"Oh sweetie, I'm sorry. I… I don't know what to say."

I hold tight to her, burying my head in her shoulder and let the tears go.

Wanda squeezes me tighter, running her hand through my hair in hopes of soothing my sobs from heart break.

"Let's get you home…" she whispers, trying to guide me away from the scene before us.

I shake my head, "N-no… I don't… I can't go back there. Please."

I feel her nod, "Okay, you can stay with me. I'll call Natasha to get some stuff for you. Tonight you cry, scream, and mourn for the loss of a love. But tomorrow, you'll pick yourself up and begin the slow process of moving on."

And that is just what I did. Once Natasha arrived at Wanda's place we all drank and cursed Bucky and along with all of the men population. We gossiped, and binge watching movies and anything else that would take my mind off of my heart break.

Then after the hang over finally wore off, I headed off home with Natasha and Wanda there to help me clean out anything and everything that belonged to Bucky and donated it to a shelter. I got a hold of a realtor to set up an appointment for them to come out and help me get the process started on selling the house. I packed up my things and then headed back to Wanda's living with her for now until I can find a new place.

I can't stay here, constantly being reminded of Bucky and the way our relationship fell apart. Too many memories I want to bury away. It hurts, but I know it will get better. Soon, thoughts of Bucky won't feel like a shot to the heart, I won't feel like I'm slowly dying each time I close my eyes and see him with another. I will move on, I will come to feel like I can breathe, and once more my heart will be my own.