Dove
"But I can handle that baggage," I sobbed, my lungs barely feeling like they could take air in as I held onto his shirt, barely able to see his face from how hard I was crying, "I can take it Bucky, I promise. If you want me to be more mature then I will be, I won't go to parties and be reckless. I'll- I'll do anything, please."
"I don't want you to do that Dove," he held the sides of my face and tried to wipe away my tears but they were just too much for him to stop. "You're turning twenty in a few months and I want you to be a teenager. You should enjoy these last few months and do everything you should be doing at your age. I don't want to take those moments away from you."
