"Anywhere. I can't- God damn it, I can't be here." I squeeze my eyes shut against the sudden blossoming of a headache, behind my eyes and in my temples. What I mean, of course, is that I suddenly feel so trapped, in what the past made of us, in the vestiges of my life, that I could tear my skin off and it wouldn't help. There isn't anywhere to go, Bucky's right about that, but even so, standing still feels like torture.
"I'm sorry that I dragged us back there. I'm sorry it wouldn't end until-"
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Date: 2011-10-27 09:24 pm (UTC)"Anywhere. I can't- God damn it, I can't be here." I squeeze my eyes shut against the sudden blossoming of a headache, behind my eyes and in my temples. What I mean, of course, is that I suddenly feel so trapped, in what the past made of us, in the vestiges of my life, that I could tear my skin off and it wouldn't help. There isn't anywhere to go, Bucky's right about that, but even so, standing still feels like torture.
"I'm sorry that I dragged us back there. I'm sorry it wouldn't end until-"