This fic is incredible. These last few parts ripped my heart out and made me legit tear up. Bucky's pain is so raw and visceral, he's just this giant ball of confused rage and shame and terror, and I just want to reach through the screen and hug him for about a year and feed him cookies and donuts and pizza and other nice things. And water. Plenty of water, too. And offer him a nice safe space to hide in for sleeping.

Congrats. I'm so turned on and also so distraught, and it is all the fault of this fic!

*offers you my whole tiny trash kingdom*