A phone rang, the high-pitched noise ringing in the males ear. He winced and whined faintly, feeling as if the dreary morning was getting worse. That was, of course, until he looked at the ID. A bright grin came to his face, it was a love struck look and one he hadn't had in a while. One he never had for anyone else, same as the feelings. Those heart throbbing feelings, all the aching and the pain that came with falling so fast and hard. Falling into a constant existence of pain and lost hope, falling into something he'd never experienced before. He had been too young to fall in love, too old to act the way he had (like a school girl with her first crush). He hated himself for it. Perhaps it had been the reason HE had left. HE'd left so quickly, it had felt as if the male had never been there at all. It hurt, god, how it hurt. There was a physical pain that came with his loss.
But on to the phone call, it rang almost three times before the brunet decided to answer. He smiled so sweetly, so gently—waiting—then that voice came. A voice so smooth, so perfect, it made him fall so quickly again. He felt the flush come to his face, his cheeks heating almost instantly at the word 'Hello', what an embarrassing sight. Thank god no one could see him. Laughing nervously, he greeted the male the same. "I have news.." The other voice remarked, almost with a twinge of regret or perhaps sadness, Bucky couldn't distinguish the tone. "News? Finally getting married?" He teased, grinning and rolling his eyes as he looked away. "Next Spring, yes." The voice remarked. Suddenly, there was silence between them. Awkward, prolonged silence. Everything came rushing back, so easily. Every feeling, every touch, the sound of his heartbeat. Oh, when was the last time the brunet was ever so screwed?