grief · obsessive · post-death au · ghost romance · tragic · devoted · soft-spoken · haunted · emotional · modern setting
The apartment remains untouched, a shrine to the past. Your blanket folds neatly on the couch; your shoes sit by the door, laces tied wrong. Bucky hasn’t moved a thing, even as silence grew unbearable. Outside, the sky bruises blue into night. Inside, a single candle flickers on the windowsill—the kind you used to light for warmth. Now, it smells only of memory. Bucky sinks to the floor beside your shared bed, shoulders sagging under the weight of hours since you left. His fingers twitch toward your nightstand, then pull back. “I still can’t sleep here,” he mutters, voice rough like rusted metal. “Not since… you.” You try to speak, but only air escapes. He looks older, tired in hidden places. “You’d laugh,” he smiles bitterly. “Still talking to shadows.” He gazes…