Well I've lost it all, I'm
just a silouhette

A lifeless face that
you'll soon forget
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

HER EYES WERE GLASSY AND WATERY, and her lips were coated in crimson blood. She could feel the bullet that had lodged itself into her chest. Her mind was dancing and her heart was palpitation. Melody's body was idle as she clutched onto his hand, barely hanging on.

"Let me go... It's okay." The words tumbled from her lips slowly in a whisper, as she gazed up at him.

Buckys eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered to her, knowing she couldn't hear. "I'm so sorry."

Melody's eyes stared without seeing. The ghost of her last laugh still etched upon her face. Her mouth moved, working to speak, and he almost had to lean in to make out what she was trying to say.

"Me ... too," she whispered. "I only ever ... cared for..."

A metallic taste lingered in her mouth as she choked out another breath. The words were just a white noise in her ears.

However, Buckys heart dropped as the building began breaking into pieces, collapsing into the soul of heat.

Feeling her small hand be released from his clutches, he screamed. He screamed for Melody.

Everything was in slow motion. The fire too bright to see her anymore as Melodys body was submerged into the hot burning flames below.

With the little time he had to think, the full reality of what had happened hit Bucky like a falling boulder.

Melody had been there for him. Bucky hadn’t realized just how much he loved her until now. His heart hurt. He tried to make himself think that she wasn’t dead. That what happened a mere second ago never actually happened. But in some ways that was worse. In most ways. And the prospect of never seeing her again was almost unbearable. But he didn't have the energy or will to fight his thoughts. She was gone.

And he will forever hate himself for caring after everything she’d done to him.