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It had been three weeks since the funeral. Four weeks since I've been happy I haven't left my room much I had been taken off of active duty. soldier said I wasn't in any state to be able function on the battlefield. The only time I eat is when someone forces me to even than I'm more than likely to throw up afterwards. Tracers been trying to cheer me up. I can still remember when soldier told me how it happened apparently she tried to fly over to some injured soldier and a bunch of talon grunts saw her and opened fire. It's almost funny I always told her that her uniform essentially made her a target guess I was right. I don't know if it's better or worse that she tried saving someone on one hand she died doing what she loved on the other it just seems cruelly ironic. I twirled the pendant she had given me a few weeks before she died she told me she had it custom made for me one side of it it said "hero's never die" another ironic slap to my face she was one of the greatest hero's who ever lived nearly everyone here owed her their lives even me before I meet her I was suicidal she helped me sure she couldn't fix me but she kept me the closest thing to sane I've ever been but now she was gone what point is there to living. I looked out the window of the balcony of our shared apartment I walked over to the edge and looked down. six stories down to hard concrete
That should be enough "guess I never really was much of a hero huh angel" you climbed up onto the railing i took a deep breath and leaned forword
A/n why are both of my mercy oneshots so sad
