Chapter 4
Sombra bit the inside of her cheek, folding her lips into as thin of a line as possible.
‘You’re better than this. You know that.’
She shook her head, resting her forehead on her arm that she had placed on the desk. Harsh, ragged breaths made their way in and out of her, and she simply felt helpless.
‘You know you can do this, Sombra. You know it.’
She quietly opened her mouth, letting out a tiny “no” as if the smallest noise would end the world. She was still in her combat outfit. She didn’t have time to take it off before she sat down, trying as hard as she could not to cry.
A second, even quieter “no” was released, before tears began to gather in the corner of her eyes. They made their way to the tip of her nose, leaving warm, wet trails in their wake, only providing a pathway for more to follow.
She killed those girls. She killed them. She could still feel their blood on her hands, even after scrubbing them desperately the moment she arrived back at base. Reaper had ordered her to. And she’d just… did it. She gulped, before letting out a deep, jagged breath.
‘You’re stronger than this. You know you are.’
She got up, the tears making a new pathway, ignoring her nose and going to her chin before falling to the floor. She made her way to the bathroom mirror, her face contorted from her usual confident self. She felt like a shell. She wasn’t Sombra, she was some other entity.
“Fuck it…” she sighed, before punching the mirror.
The pain only made her cry more, now open sobs making their way out of her mouth. She was a terrible person. Avoiding the shards of mirror that had fallen over her floor, Sombra scrambled for anything to wrap her hand in. She wrapped her bloody hand in a towel before sitting on her bed. She brought her knees up to her chin, hiding her head in a safe place.
She shook with sobs, blocking out the world around her.
Until she felt a tiny, gentle hand on her shoulder.
She jerked, looking up with her contorted, hurt face. Her makeup was smudged. She wasn’t Sombra, she was the little girl that Sombra arose from. Pink cheeks, bangs. A soft face for a Korean lady. .
And Sombra was ashamed.
She hid her face back into her knees again, shaking her head back and forth slowly.
“It’s okay…” D.Va whispered, unsure if Sombra would suddenly lash out at her.
The small girl made her way next to Sombra, her hand never moving. She rested her body against Sombras, letting the pressure simply exist, not pushing or pulling away. Sombra continued to sob, as the girl began to pet her hair gently.
“Such pretty hair. You’ll be okay. Everything will be okay.” Pink cheeks cuddled her in something approximating human comfort. This… contact never happened to her much, and she was worried that she’d do something wrong.
Sombra didn’t feel worthy, that D.Va’s hate of her would break in light of her crimes. Sobs turned into jagged breaths, which eventually turned into even, quiet sounds.
The small girl held Sombra, until the morning sun peeked through the blinds.