Acting like you were over the breakup was certainly something you expected to be hard. But not like this. Seeing Bucky for the first time after he left you almost caused you to throw up. And now, months later, you had expected to get easier slowly. It didn’t. And now you were forced to watch how he was talking to a woman. She looked prettier than you. Skinnier. And you wondered if he ever looked at you the way he was looking at her now.

The alcohol in your stomach threatened to leave your body, causing you to get up from the couch you were sitting on and stumbling towards the exit doors. You shouldn’t have gone to Tony’s stupid birthday party, knowing that he would be here too. And despite a polite greeting, he had ignored you for the rest of the night.

Just when you were about to push the door to the bathroom open, a hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you back, causing you to crash into a hard chest. Looking up, you recognized the man that broke your heart. “What?” You hissed through gritted teeth, your stomach still rumbling. “This has to stop.” He said, his voice unusually cold. The way he was looking down at you didn’t have thought that he once loved you; if he even did. “You have to get over this. Over me. It’s been months.”