Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Yellow irises gazed into tear-filled hazel ones, seemingly breaking through them and piercing into her heart. Lena’s heart was broken, desperately trying to mend itself in time before Amélie could see it—but it was too late. The former pilot felt naked, bare, hung out to dry in front of the woman who had seemingly taken everything from her. Amélie was an enigma, a force to be reckoned with—she always walked with her head held high, along with a chip so proudly displayed on her shoulder. Not caring about anyone or anything, she was as unsightly and mysterious as the arachnid she named herself after…and that caused the attraction and heartache Lena so obviously felt. Hearing the cool “Hello, Lena” that had escaped from those plump lips that she once wanted to feel against her own, the Brit shivered and tensed up slightly, shakily letting out a “Hi, Amélie” in response.
Amélie, on the other hand, felt the same pain in her seemingly dead heart that Lena was churning in now. The two females first hated each other, Tracer constantly trying to avenge the death of the late omnic, but then the heated game of cat and mouse turned into a life of admiration and a ‘school girl crush’. Amélie would constantly try to infiltrate or irritate Lena in hopes to get close to her, and it so clearly worked. Lena would always get so flustered and constantly coming up with ways to get back at the Talon member, causing the two to always be together emotionally and physically. But soon these innocent feelings spiraled into love and desire—feelings that they could never reciprocate. The two knew these feelings would get them in more trouble than they needed…so they began to fizzle out. The late night schemes and mindless banter soon died, and finally the two never really crossed paths again. After Overwatch disbanded, Lena and Amélie just moved in different directions, directions that never crossed until now.
“…How have… you been?”
“Good…good, you?”
“Bien… thank you.”
“Yeah…”
“Erm, Tracer…Je…I wanted to say how…uh…” The French woman’s yellow orbs finally found the courage to meet the others’ hazel ones, piercing into them like the knives she stuck in Lena’s back. Anxiety flooded into the Brit’s chest…this was too much. Sure, Lena and Amélie were never really ‘anything’…but they were something to Lena. “I wanted to say…uh…” The Frenchwoman repeated, taking a step towards the pale girl. Crap! She’s getting closer! Lena’s anxiety now took a hold of her chest, wrapping around her heart and beginning to stop her breathing. She couldn’t take it, she couldn’t handle this!
“I-I have a girlfriend!” Lena shouted, arms crossing under her chest while she hung her head down. An awkward silence followed, Amélie stood with her usual stoic expression as Lena slowly began to raise her head to see the other again.
“That’s great, Tracer…magnifique.” The purple skinned female forced an awkward smile, crossing her own arms under her chest. “I just wanted to say…I apologize for all the trouble Talon caused you and the other members of Overwatch…I hope one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me.” Amélie bowed her head and turned on her heels, walking off to join the others. Even though the former Talon member had left, Lena was left shaking, stomach in knots while her chest was still held captive of her own anxiety. The Oxton crouched and held her stomach, tears pricking at the corners of her hazel orbs. Why…Why am I like this…? How could I be so weak…?
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High heeled black thigh high boots clicked down the hall of the Shimada home, head hanging low as yellow irises stared at her shoes. She had a girlfriend…? That sucked, real bad. Amélie hoped that coming here this weekend would well…get Lena to fall in love with her. She lead herself to believe that if she came here, Lena would take one look at her and they’d set aside the defenses they had so strongly put up…they’d just fall in love and all the pain they had once caused each other would just dissipate…but, Amélie was too late. This…girl who was with Lena now…she better make Lena happy. She better fucking make Lena happy or she’s going to end up like Gérard…or maybe Ana if she was feeling nice. Sighing, ‘Widowmaker’ looked up to see Hanzo.
“…Hello, Amélie.”
“Erm…hello, Hanzo.” The Frenchwoman shifted awkwardly, glancing over to the side.
“I see you spoke to Lena.”
“Oh…you saw that…?”
“I just heard the end of it. Her girlfriend is back in Kings Row, her name is Emily.”
“I see…” Even though it was completely logical for Lena’s girlfriend to have a name, hearing it caused more anger to seep into the woman’s veins. Emily was now her enemy, even though she was probably the nicest girl out there. Golden irises glanced over to the main room where the rest of the Overwatch gang was hanging out, seeing a gruff cowboy sitting beside the (obnoxious) Korean gamer. “…Have you managed to speak to the…American, yet?” Blushing lightly, the Japanese male scoffed and furrowed his brows.
“What does that mean?”
“Je ne sais pas.” Amélie smirked brushing past the male but stopping to quickly say: “You should talk to him soon, before the child snatches him up.” With that, she walked back into the main room, leaving Hanzo embarrassed.
“Amélie! Come, join us!” Reinhardt exclaimed, patting the seat beside him. ‘Widowmaker’ slowly maneuvered over, awkwardly sitting beside him and watching all of the former heroes chatting amongst themselves. Mei tried to ignore Jamison’s awkward advances, Satya tried to do the same with Sombra, but the Mexican woman found ways to hack into her arm and manipulate the light into a heart. Ana and Jack chewed over how ‘these kids are trouble’, Zarya tried lifting the couch McCree, Hana, Lucio, and now Hanzo was on. The gang really was here, and Amélie was (reluctantly) apart of it. Glancing over towards the happy couple, Genji and Angela sat beside each other, the blonde resting her head on her kind of cyborg, kind of not cyborg’s shoulder. Genji stroked her hair and kissed her head softly, while she nuzzled into his touch. Things were lively and peaceful…but without Lena’s energetic personality, it still felt a little dull.
“Hey guys!” Lena walked in, trying to hide her puffy face from crying just moments before. False positivity radiated off of her as she greeted the people in the room, smiling at each of them. A knock was heard, prompting Genji to stand.
“No, don’t worry about it luv! I’ll get it!” Lena smiled again to hide her pain and walked over to open it.
There stood Fareeha Amari, Angela’s former love.