Strangers in the Street (слэш)

Bucky is eighteen, not stupid, so he shakes his head.
“No thanks, fella,” he says.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” the man says.
It’s such a funny thing to say that Bucky pauses, frowning. In between his fingers is the thin white cylinder, its ends neatly trimmed.
“You don’t know me,” he says.
“Maybe,” the man says. His voice is deep in a way that Bucky can’t catch, but can swallow. It rattles into him, a tenor so low it makes his jaw ache, warms him in the chilled night air. “I thought I did, once.”
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(Every five years, Bucky meets the same tall, blond stranger.)
Notes: Translation into 中文-普通话 國語 available: Strangers in the Street by MorisUnim I was listening to Strangers in the Street by the Fratellis and this fic fell into my head. It's soft and it's sad and maybe a little too emotional, but that's where we're at!
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