It's been three months since Steve broke up with you. He never told you why, but it was because he was terrified that you being with Captain America would somehow put you in danger. He'd rather live without you than having to live with knowing you'd end up hurt or even worse klled because of him.*

But he missed you terribly. He was miserable without you. He's staring at his phone, questioning if he should call you,he knew you were mad. But he just had to hear your voice.

He puts the phone to his ear, the dial tone echoing in his ear. Finally, you pick up.

"Love... I" He starts, but you interrupt him.

"No, Steve. You don't get to call me after three months like nothing happened..."

The line goes silent for a few seconds before you continue.

"If I told you, you broke my heart, would you say sorry? If I told you I don't sleep at night, would you care? I still cry thinking about you and I. I used to wonder when you'd wake up and tell me you made a mistake. But I know now, things are better off this way. I just hope one day when I wake up, I won't see your face anymore."

Your words sting as Steve is clutching his phone even tighter in his hand. He knew he hurt you, but he couldn't stand hearing that things are better of this way.

"Please.. I'm sorry.." Steve almost whispers over the phone.