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‘How can I say this without breaking?
How can I say this without taking over?
How can I put it down into words
When it’s almost too much for my soul alone?
I loved, and I loved, and I lost you.
I loved, and I loved, and I lost you.
I loved, and I loved, and I lost you.
And it hurts like hell.'
✪ Prologue ✪
The cry doesn’t reach Steve gradually.
Doesn’t wash over him in a gentle wave.
It slams into him, silent, but visceral. A blow as solid as the force of his shield, hurled back at him from across the rooftop on that late spring evening.
From the dark depths of the Winter Soldier’s eyes, the cry emanates, and the memory of that gaze — desolate, haunted, brilliantly blue above the black shadows of the mask — stays with Steve for a long time.
Those eyes ghost through his dreams.
They speak: a voiceless, enigmatic plea left unheeded.
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