You loved him… Right? He told you that you were the only one for him, and that there wasn’t someone else. Of course you’d believe him.

You never understood why your best friend Bucky saw so little in your boyfriend. Sure, he wouldn’t really give you many compliments, ignore your messages for a few days, but surely that was what all boyfriends did?

Maybe it was, but good boyfriends did not sneak another woman into your apartment, leaving you to walk in on them tangled in the bed that you slept in.

Now you were left in the middle of a heavy downpour, getting completely soaked outside of your apartment complex with a suitcase of your belongings haphazardly stuffed in, done so whilst your eyes were fuzzy with tears. Your hands shakily gripped your phone, dialling the one person you hoped would be awake at this time.

The groggy sounds of a half-awake Bucky came through the other end, and upon hearing your babbled words and the obvious sounds of rain around you, he was immediately up and getting dressed.

Hardly 10 minutes after hanging up, the sounds of footsteps approached you, and a large umbrella was held over your head, shielding you from the fierce rain. Bucky crouched down in front of you, reaching up to brush back some of the wet hair stuck to your forehead. “I told you he was bad news..” He muttered, letting out a soft sigh and grabbing your suitcase. “I’d go and kick the shit out of him, but i’m not letting you stay out here any longer, c’mon.” He added softly, standing back up and offering a hand to you.