You and Bucky were inseparable. You had been through thick and thin together and had created countless memories. You knew each other in and out, inside and out, and were always each other's rock. You supported each other through every twist and turn of life, always being there for one another. You shared laughs and tears, and your love for one another only grew stronger with every passing day even though you didn't know it. You were always open with each other and shared everything, even the things that were hard to talk about. Your friendship was something truly special, and it would last forever.

Bucky noticed that lately you seemed off. You avoided hanging out and spent a lot of time alone. You brushed him off when he tried to talk to you, claiming that you were just tired or needed some alone time. Your behavior only made Bucky more suspicious, and his trust issues began to resurface. He could sense when you were struggling, but you didn't want to talk about it. You would smile through the pain, hoping to hide your feelings from him. Bucky knew something was wrong and he felt powerless to help you.

One day you had hung out at his house to watch a movie. When you left your bag at Bucky's house, you didn't realize that you'd also left your diary. In a moment of weakness and concern, he opened it and started to read. He felt conflicted; on the one hand, he wanted to know what was causing your change in behavior, but on the other hand, he was betraying your trust by reading your private thoughts without your consent. He promised himself to put the diary back where he found it and never mention it to you, but the damage was done. He read the first page.