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*Pant pant*
Her legs burned and she sprinted forward, lungs feeling as if they’d shrunk in size tenfold.
She didn’t care though because she knew she had to keep going.
How had it come to this? How had she let it come to this?
It was a stupid question she knew because she knew exactly how it had happened. Thinking back she could recall every detail.
Angela Zeigler had been helping out in the Arabian deserts for several months when she received a letter from Genji. He’d been spending lots of time with his teacher Zenyatta lately to further his lessons but he’d not forgotten about her. In fact he even requested to see her again.
Her heart fluttered as she read the letter. She’d never been open about it to anyone but Angela has always cared deeply for Genji. Ever since he’d been brought before her on the brink of death she’d felt a special connection for him and over time this feeling only grew stronger. Eventually she’d told Genji about her feelings and to her surprise he had returned them.
After receiving the letter she took leave of her job to journey to Nepal and find him, her heart having been made up as soon as she saw his name on the envelope. The quill he sent carefully stuck behind her left ear she swiftly arrived at her destination with the use of the private jet Overwatch had granted her to use.
As soon as she’d set down she walked to the temples Genji usually stayed at, and as the sun began to creep behind the horizon she found him.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him. He was sitting on top of a raised platform outside one of the ancient temples, turned side on to Angela as he watched the sinking sun. Even the simple sight of him spellbound her and she quickly climbed the steps up to where he was.
Hearing her footsteps approach he turned around only to have his favourite medic rush against his chest and wrap her arms around him. With a slight chuckle he returned the gesture and they watched the last glimpse of the sun disappear in each other’s arms.
In that moment everything had been perfect. She was with the man she loved, in one of the most beautiful places in the world, with no responsibilities except those to each other.
It did not last.
After arriving in Nepal Angela and Genji had spent several days taking time to themselves; seeing the sights and just enjoying each other’s company. Zenyatta had always been around but he’d given them their space much to their appreciation.
However on the 5th day a message arrived from Overwatch Headquarters. A courier had delivered it during the early hours of dawn and they’d sat down together to read it.
Genji was being asked to return to active duty for one final mission in Germany with his unique skill set being critical to their mission. Angela had asked him not to go, but his honour refused to let him decline.
In the end, she decided to go with him instead and she didn’t care what Overwatch command thought about it.
Within 24 hours they were inbound on the ruined city of Eichenwalde; Reinhardt, Ana, and Morrison waiting for them behind an old ruined brewery. Although surprised by the medic’s appearance Morrison did not question it and they soon set off on their assignment.
The goal was to secure the ruined city from Talon forces spotted in the area due to its strategic importance, and with their missions assigned they set off.
Reinhardt and Morrison led the main charge with Ana providing cover support and Genji flanking around back. Angela was left on standby. She wasn’t happy about being left behind, but she wasn’t going to argue the matter either. Giving Genji a quick good luck kiss she’d watched them disappear into the ruins.
Hours passed as she stared outside, the quill in her hand, but there was no word from either team. Angela began to worry at this point and was about to try call them over the comms after sticking the quill back behind her ear when she heard a sound that made her heart fall silent in her chest.
A scream rung through the air. A scream filled with agony and hurt from a voice she’d always recognise.
Genji.
Grabbing her staff she ran out the door, not caring about who was out there, only knowing she had to get to Genji and fast.
She ran towards what she thought was the origin of the sound, weaving through the
abandoned buildings but she could not find him.
Her lungs burning and legs aching she ran on, hating herself for not having gone with him.
She should have protected him. She should have kept him safe!
Where was he? She was certain that the scream had come from around here!
Running further she saw something glinting off to the side and moved closer.
She suddenly stopped, her blood running cold and legs getting weak as she saw the sight before her. Blood splattered across the ancient stones, colouring them a rusty red in the autumn sun, but what caused dread to creep into her heart was what she saw amongst the blood. Genji’s dragon blade lay before her, dripping with red from the pool on the ground.
Her staff clattered to the ground as she stepped forward and took hold of the blade, lifting it off the ground to be greeted by the horror hidden beneath. Genji’s mask lay there, shattered into pieces.
“Noo... No...” she whimpered over and over until it eventually became a scream of agony as realization washed over Angela and she collapsed to the ground. “NO!!! Genji....”
Sobs wracked her body as she held the blade up against her face, not caring about the blood covering it as the quill slowly floated to the ground and into the red ocean below.
“Genji... I was too late...”
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The most painful goodbyes are the ones
that are never said and never explained.
- Unknown
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