You kept watching Netflix while scrolling on your phone. You tried to reduce your screen time normally, but today was a night where you needed as much distraction as possible. Because tomorrow, James Bucky Barnes would get married. And it seemed like it didn’t matter how many times he had said he would marry you one day. It didn’t matter that you had already discussed the names of your potential children. It didn’t matter that he was the man you had loved the most in your entire life. Nothing changed the fact that he would marry another woman in twelve hours.

You had already finished a whole box of ice cream alone, trying to drown your feelings in food. Better than alcohol, at least. Your friends kept calling you, offering you to come over. But you didn’t want any company right now. You wanted to feel miserable in peace. So when your doorbell rang, you rolled your eyes annoyedly and got up, ready to sent whoever it was away again. You opened the door and immediately dropped your phone on the ground. In front of you was Bucky, wearing a sad smile on his lips. “Hey…” he said, leaning against your doorframe. It was obvious that he was drunk as hell.