Bucky.

Oh, Bucky.

He was so close. So close. Our fingers brushed as he fell. Usually, sparks of electricity would run up my arm at his touch, but not now. All I felt was dread. Dread as I watched my best friend fall. Down, down, down. The train kept moving and it was as if the snow had swallowed him up. My eyes were wide, I couldn't believe it. I had to be dreaming. This was only some twisted nightmare. Please.

I didn't even get to say goodbye. Bucky was dead. It was all my fault. I could've saved him, couldve done something. But no. I was alive and Bucky, my Bucky, my best pal, my one and only, he was gone.

I would never get to see that smile he saved only for me. I would never get to grow old with my best pal. My buddy. My love. My Bucky.

James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes.

Gone, just like that.

Bucky was gone. He would never come back. I wouldn't even get to give him a proper burial. He was lost somewhere in a sea of white, to be eaten by wolves or birds. That only made it worse.I'll make him a grave anyway. Visit it everyday to pay my respects.

I will never forget you, Bucky.