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Widowmaker• Lonely

(This is a little comfort story for myself, hopefully it'll comfort others alone for the holidays as well. Merry Christmas, and happy New Years.)
(SFW)

     Working with Talon had its perks, but unfortunately, it also had severe disadvantages. You hadn't had much family to begin with, but the bit you did have quickly dissipated after news spread of you working for a terrorist organization which is essentially all that Talon was. Friends were the sam way. They were scarce at the beginning, and now they were none.
     Your circle of acquaintances only really consisted of coworkers including familiar names such as, Gabriel Reyes, Olivia Colomar, Moira O'Deorain, Akande Ogundimu, Siebren de Kuiper, and your personal favorite, Amélie Lacroix.
     None of the above were really considered a good friend of yours. Of course, you got along with a few of them, but you didn't hang out with any outside of working hours. However, you had your eye on Lacroix for a while, and not just in the friendship aspect. You had wanted to ask her out for drinks or anything really, especially recently, but knowing the fact it was physically impossible for her to return any type of feelings whatsoever kept you from doing so.
     It was the end of December, meaning it was time for two of the biggest holidays of the year, Christmas and New Years. Talon as a whole didn't celebrate Christmas, but people bought gifts for their friends or significant others. You had only bought one gift which you gave anonymously to the certain sniper you had a crush on. It was nothing major, just a small box of nice, rich assorted chocolates that you thought she would enjoy. She never spoke of it, so you had no idea how she had reacted.
     However, no surprise to you, you had received nothing. Though, when you come to expect such a thing, it no longer surprises you. You didn't mind so much either, Christmas wasn't a holiday you typically celebrated very much. New Years was different though.
     The idea of having someone to hold during the traditional countdown was something you had always craved. You weren't extremely cheesy either, but the midnight kiss was also you longed for greatly. But that had never happened, instead, past New Years never brought anything with them other than pain and bad luck. Last New Years especially.
     After so much repetition you now felt great anxiety with facing the new year while others celebrated. The loneliness was starting to gnaw on your insides and it was beginning to take a toll. You didn't want to be lonely for another New Years.
     The holiday neared and you overheard many conversations about everyone's plan. Most people would gather in one of the common areas and watch the ball drop live, some would go home and celebrate with family or go out and drink with friends while others simply didn't celebrate at all. You went home and typically celebrated solo. This year was no different.
     Olivia had asked you of your plans a few days before New Year's Eve, to which you simply said you were going home for alone time. Amélie was apart of that conversation, but she didn't say anything to your plan, and she didn't speak of any for herself. She wasn't much of a talker anyways.
     When New Year's Eve had finally arrived, you waited until later to head home, around nine at night. You made yourself something to eat, made a drink of wine afterwards and sat on the couch with the television on. The sound echoed through your empty apartment, simply just reminding you that you were by yourself. Most people were comforted by people on television screens, but it merely mocked you.
     Your eyes kept drifting off to the clock about once every five or ten minutes before you realized it was twenty minutes until midnight. A quiet sigh left your lips as your mind briefly ran through the major events of the past year, bringing a frown to your face as they weren't exactly happy memories. A part of you was relieved that the painful year was coming to an end, but the other part of you knew another painful year was just getting ready to start.
     It wasn't long before the familiar chant began.
     10.
     The realization fully kicked in, leaving an unpleasant blend of relief and anxiety in the pit of your stomach.
     9.
     The silence between the two numbers pierced through your eardrum, reminding you yet again that no one was by your side.
     8.
     A brief thought came to your mind that maybe the new year won't be as bad.
     7.
     The thought quickly vanished away.
     6.
     Your eyes drifted back to your clock, hearing the tic which was slowly drowning out the crowd on television.
     5.
     The loneliness turned into a tight knot in your chest.
     4.
     The knot became tighter, expanding into your throat.
     3.
     Blood pumping in your ears silenced both the tick of your clock and the people behind your screen.
     2.
     The knot in your chest and throat unraveled.
     1.
     A familiar sting set in in your eyes, and as soon as the crowd cheered, a tear pushed its way past your eyelids. The camera didn't show a single person in a foul mood, everyone was cheering and baby were able to kiss their loved ones at their side. Though, from the corner of your eyes, there was no one.
     You sat still for a few moments before you reached for the remote sitting on the table in front of you, when you powered off the television and you could see your reflection in the black screen, your mood dropped further. "I'm pathetic..." You mumbled, letting your head drop.
     The apartment became dead silent for a few moments before what sounded like a tap came from the window in the kitchen. At first, you thought nothing of it, blaming it on the wind before the sound returned once more. With a sigh, you stood and took a moment to wipe your eyes before heading to investigate the sound. When you moved the curtains from the window, you noticed a slim figure outside your window. It didn't take you long to realize it was none other than Amélie Lacroix. Though it raised a few questions that you dismissed, thinking it was a mission call. That was the only reason a Talon member showed up at your apartment.
     When you opened the window, she made her way inside, not giving you time to ask questions which led you to believe she had news of an important mission sometime soon that you had a part in. But once she revealed a bottle of red wine with a bow around the top, you were filled with more questions that she didn't allow you to verbally ask.
     "Happy New Year, mon chérie." Her voice was soft and quiet as she waited for a response, but you were too stunned to give her one, too unsure of what she was doing at your apartment. "I don't enjoy being alone on the holidays either." She said finally, setting the bottle on the counter.
     "Why are you here?" You finally managed to ask, sure that it was no longer about anything Talon related.
     "Consider it a thank you for the Christmas gift." You felt your face heat up from embarrassment as your head fell with your gaze now to the floor.
     "How did you know it was me?" You groaned, feeling ashamed and annoyed with yourself even further.
     "Lucky guess." You felt Amélie place her fingertips under your chin, slowly lifting your face back up, only darkening the light red on your cheeks. "I'm sorry I'm a bit late..." her sentence trailed off as you followed her glance to the clock which now read 12:05. Before you could wonder out loud what she had meant, you watched as she leaned forward, closing her eyes just before carefully placing her lips against yours. As much as you are still questioning her actions, you knew that even if she was messing with you, that you needed to savor the kiss as it could be the only one you ever received from her.
     You were still dazed once she pulled away, not able to fully comprehend what had happened but still awaiting the moment she'd reveal it as a joke, but that moment never came. Rather, she gently stroked her thumb over one of your cheeks where a tear had previously stained.
     "Je ne peux peut-être pas ressentir l'amour pour moi-même, mais je le ressens de vous." Her accent sent a calm chill down her spine. You weren't fluent in French, but you knew more than enough to piece together what she had said. "Merci, mon cher, for reminding me."  Without letting you respond, she placed her lips against yours once more in a second soft kiss. The sensation sent a present realization through your mind that you were no longer alone.