Overwatch: Talon

What Is Lost...

Christmas Eve.
At night. You walk through dark alleys, for it is the only place where you find comfort. You do not want to be seen. You do not want to be in the crowds.
The crowds.
The crowds of smiling parents, of kissing couples, of laughing children...of happy families.
Families.
Of which you have NONE. You lost yours long ago. You tore it apart yourself, because you were jealous. Sometimes you regret it. On nights like this, you definitely do.
And as you watch one particular happy family from the darkness, you can only think:
"Why can't I have this?"
You miss it. You miss it ALL. But you cannot admit it, because that would be the weak thing to do. You cannot be weak.
But deep inside, you know you ALREADY are.
Reaper watched the busy streets for a while longer, then turned to go deeper into the shadows where he belonged.

In your favourite bar.
You smile to yourself as you fiddle with your phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a funny sight as a man falls drunkenly asleep on the table. You take a sip of your drink as you continue messaging your best friend.
Your best friend, who happens to control all of Russia. The thought of that makes you chuckle. As you tap away, organising the next time you meet with your best friend, your MIND trails elsewhere.
Your mind trails to your acquaintances. You think about how they are doing, you're curious to know what they are doing. It makes you SAD.
It makes you sad because you already know what they are doing. They aren't having fun, they aren't...enjoying the season. The season that only comes once a year, the time where they should be making the most of it.
No, they are doing what they do every year, which is NOTHING. It makes you say to yourself:
"They're so lonely..."
Because that's the reason why they do nothing. It sorta makes you feel guilty. Then again, would they even appreciate your company? They seem more irritated at you than anything.
Regardless, you sigh, take another, longer sip, then start tapping away once more at your phone.
Sombra looked at the sleeping man again. He stank of loneliness. It made her feel somewhat lonely too.

Christmas morning.
It's the same time you do this for every year, after all. At the same place.
The same place, where you lay that rose. Where you contemplate your life. Where you wished, more than any other time, that you were DEAD. Where you consider pulling out your gun and ending your misery on the very spot.
The very spot where you mourn, every year. For HIM.
Him. Who promised you so much, who you had so many dreams to share with.
Dreams, of which yours now only consist of the night you killed Him. The night you robbed yourself of your own life.
Your life, which is now in control of terrorists. You barely find enough time to do this, you know they wouldn't approve.
You know you must obey them.
But something makes you not obey. Even if only for a brief time...so you can be with Him. So you can tell him:
"I love you, Gérard"
You ALWAYS did.
Widowmaker stood, barely feeling the cold snow falling on her shoulders. She feels a single drop fall from her eye, but only one. She does not notice, because she has forgotten what crying feels like.

Sombra walked through the streets, thick with snow. Typically, she was still tapping on her phone, trying to pay attention to her path or risk bumping into someone. She was wiping away the wet snow on her screen, trying to bring up her contacts. She was trying to do so quite desperately, she wouldn't feel right until she sent her messages.
Reaper, know to her contacts as Gabby The Edgelord. She sent him a text, filled with hearts and emoticons. She wished him well, to have a Merry Christmas. She asked if he wanted to spend some time together at a specified time:
Sombra- Hey Gabe <3
Sombra- Merry Christmas :)
Sombra- Wnt to gt together? Go out to eat? See a movie? Anythin you wnt <3
...
...
Gabby The Edgelord- This isn't a trick, is it?
Sombra- No just want to hang out <3
Gabby The Edgelord- Very well. See you back at the home.
Sombra already felt better, knowing that perhaps she was going to make someone's day just a little better. Of course, she couldn't leave out their favourite sniper. So, with difficulty, she cleared her wet screen of more snow and brought up another contact.
Widowmaker, known to her contacts as A Literal Smurf. Like Reaper, Widowmaker's received messages were just as lovely. Rather flirtatious, actually. Because Sombra knew she could get away with being chummy to someone who was apparently dead inside.
Sombra- Hope ur not too busy killn peeps, good-lookin ;)
She bit her lip. Maybe that was too suggestive...no, no, she should've said...
A Literal Smurf- I am visiting the grave of my dead husband, Sombra.
Ouch. Sombra was going to compliment her butt, but it didn't look like the time to do that. Sombra took a good minute typing her next message, having deleted it and retyped it about ten times.
Sombra- Sry. What I mean to say, is Merry Christmas :)
Widowmaker often took no time in typing her messages despite her perfect grammar. Unlike most others, she didn't feel hesitance in wording her texts right...she just...typed them without second thoughts. She probably didn't care about how someone might possibly perceive her texts.
But this was different, because this took a good thirty seconds for her to reply. The longest Sombra had ever seen.
A Literal Smurf- Thank you.
That feeling Sombra had in her heart, amongst all those cybernetic implants? It was gladness.
Sombra- So u want to meet up with me and Reaps? Promise no mistletoe this time!
Ah yes, the incident of last year. Reaper tried his odds and used the "mistletoe above the head" trick on Widowmaker. Unfortunately the assassin must have mistaken it for Mistlefoe, because Reaper ended up getting a palm in his face...maskless. Remembering it made Sombra chuckle.
A Literal Smurf- Talon will probably need me today, so I must prepare my equipment. I must decline your offer.
Oh no, Sombra wasn't having any of that. She would get Widow's fine butt over, even if she had to hack Talon's entire communications and database. That would keep them busy for the day, for sure. No Widow required, then.
Sombra- cant u forget work? Not even 4 Christmas? :(
A Literal Smurf- This day does not have a great significance to me.
Sombra- Thts why u make me sad
A Literal Smurf- Are you done, Sombra?
Sombra- pls come i cnt stand knowing that ur all alone on Christmas :(
A Literal Smurf- Alone is all I have been for six years. I can handle seven.
Sombra- u have me tho
Sombra- reaper too
Sombra- i jst wanna hug you
Sombra- reaper doesnt have to see
Sombra- do you like croissants?
Sombra- widow???
Sombra- Blue Pepe???
Sombra- ;_;