– Bucky –
Steve?
Hmm?
Where am I?
I don't know.
Are we alive?
I don't know.
Steve, why can't I see you?
Maybe I'm not real
and never was.
Am I crazy?
Are you? Fever dreams are real.
But
I'm cold
I feel
c o l d
Then get warm.
But how?
I can't.
It's what you always had coming for you.
What?
He was always going to be the one to do it.
You're scaring me
I
know.
But I can't stop thinking of you...
Why?
Because it was always supposed to happen this way.
I KEPT FORGETTING TO POST.
I just looked back at this story today and realized that I haven't posted since August 21st.
That's embarrassing.
I'm so sorry.
I'll try to keep a more consistent posting schedule since I have less basketball workouts and conditioning now, and fall break is coming up soon so I might actually get something done.
If you're still hanging on with this story, thank you! I've done you incredible disservices, and for that I'm sorry.
I'm going to post two chapters today since I have time and since this one is extremely short. Feel free to blast me in the reviews for my irregularity or for the turn the plot is taking because I really want some opinions on both myself and my story.
