Let me bring my man.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: Inspired by The Book Thief.
Death follows us all, and she can’t understand why are we so scared of her. After all, she’s compassionate being too. (Death POV)
A/N: Death and Love are sisters. Love has a daughter, Life.
No, I’m not on drugs. While I was writing my eyes decided that they wanted to be clouds and rain on my face. So yeah, tell me what do you think about this.
I found him beautiful.
I found him rare, special. I found him exquisite.
I watched him grow up, I watched him get hugged multiple times by my sister. I’ve always wondered if she found him beautiful too. After all, Love have always found every single thing beautiful. Love makes every single thing look more alluring. Maybe that’s why everybody seems to like her.
I’ve seen how fate took him to my war zone, and how he threw some soldiers to my embrace. I remember how I gladly accompanied them to where they souls belonged to since then. However, it killed me how they came to me, all beaten up, fear in their eyes as if I was the one who pulled the trigger. But it wasn’t Bucky’s fault. Everything is written down for me. He just happened to be my intermediary.
He was my diamond before they decided to rip off his humanity: so tough, yet so fragile. They tried to send him to me multiple times, his agony calling me desperately, his screams asking for my presence. But I simply couldn’t take him. I knew my sister had something saved up for him, something exceptional: a soulmate.