Dream House
♫ Till then, my darling, please wait for me
Till then, no matter when it may be ♫
Bucky held you tighter against him, rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the song that blasted through the radio on the kitchen counter. It was his last night in Brooklyn. Sergeant James Barnes of the one-o-seventh had to leave first thing in the morning.
You were not ready to let him go, afraid of what might happen if you did. He clasped you to his chest, rubbing his chin against your hair as you buried your face in his uniform. You could feel the soft vibrations of his chest as he hummed the song.
♫ One day I know I’ll be home again
Please wait till then ♫
You listened to the beating of his heart and tried to remember it. The idea that his heart might stop beating terrified you. It made your knees weak, you cried in muffled sobs against his uniform, staining the olive jacket with your tears.
His right hand cradled the back of your head, his fingers caressing your hair. He whispered sweet nothings and promises he hoped he could keep. You tightened the grip around his waist, his words wrenched open a hole in your heart. The life he was imagining was more likely going to remain a fantasy.
♫ Our dreams will live though we are apart
Our love will always stay in our hearts ♫
He folded you into his arms, his feet and hips stopped moving a while ago. He closed his eyes shut, and breathed in your familiar scent. It enveloped him like a warm, protecting blanket. You swallowed hard, realising he needed to convince himself that everything would be fine, that he would come back and make all his dreams come true.
So you played along, you both needed this fictional life. You described the house you wanted to buy, the garden, the children, the lazy Sundays and busy Mondays. Eyes closed, you both imagined it and smiled at the life you were living in your head. Your daydream threatened to swallow you whole.
♫ Till then, when of the world will be free
Please wait for me ♫
The sun slowly rose. He showered your face with quick kisses, before your lips met for one final passionate kiss. You refused to let him go, you simply couldn’t. You ran your fingers through his hair, the military hat fell to the ground. His fingers caressed your face, trying to remember every contour, every expression.
You did the same. He was so handsome, so tragically broken and his blue eyes sparkled with wetness. He was fighting for what was right, for a better world. You took a deep breath, gathering your strength before you let him go.
“I’ll see you every night,” He smiled weakly and cupped your face in his large calloused hands. “In our house.” He kissed your temple, lingering a bit before he pulled away and left.