Desires of the Demon Cyborg

Last Whispers

Their remaining days in Overwatch were not filled with as much intimacy as before. Each mission became tenser as their enemies learned more about their operating methods. Each mission brought more pressure on them from the UN, all eager to shut them down permanently.

There were sweet moments. When the hallways were empty and they coincidentally passed each other, there would be an embrace accompanied by a long kiss or several pecks on each others' lips and cheeks. There were often times when she would surprise the others by hugging Genji, though it was not too terribly strange since she did hug other members. Just not male ones usually.

Angela knew that the end was coming of course. They couldn't possibly stay together forever. Especially not in such secrecy. Well, the others probably began to suspect things of course. But they probably wouldn't have drawn the conclusion that the two were dating. The ex-playboy Blackwatch cyborg ninja with a dark stoic expression dating the young and cheerful doctor that everyone loved?

Well in truth, they weren't officially dating. Neither of them wanted to say it to the other. Perhaps they were too afraid to touch on the subject. Perhaps they did not feel ready or was afraid that the other was not ready. Perhaps they themselves did not feel suitable for the other.

However, they never once responded to the advances of others. No questions about their relationship were answered and Angela, who was held many young men's and women's hearts, declined all their proposals. She never stopped to consider a single one, with her reason simply being that "I'm waiting for someone else" and gracing them with a sweet smile.

As such, when she heard him knock at her dormitory door, her heart sank. She knew that it was finally time, yet she still felt that she wasn't ready. She considered not opening the door, simply pretending to be asleep so he would perhaps stay another day until she was ready to talk to him and let him go. However, the door eventually slid open, Angela with her gaze downcasted before meeting his.

A small smile invited him into her room, the door shut behind them. Privacy was of no concern to her, though it was actually his first time inside. Genji glanced around the room, stalling from the inevitable message he had come to deliver. But time kept moving on, unending and unrelenting in spite of their heavy hearts.

"Doctor Ziegler, I just wanted to come and tell you that I would be leaving. I considered simply leaving a letter but ... I think I owe you this much. Well, owing might not be the word you would like me to use. But regardless, I feel as if I should tell you this personally, if nothing else."

"I have already confessed my feelings for you but, even now I cannot come to terms with my body and who I am. You've done a lot for me and I appreciate every last bit of it. However, I can't possibly stay here like this forever. I- ..."

Genji paused, realizing that he was rambling on. These were words he had practiced in his own room millions of times, each time practicing to hold a steady tone and a gentle expression. It had been hard at first, incredibly so. Eventually, he felt like he had been ready.

But there he was, his voice shaking and his expression longing for things to be different. An expression that hated both himself and the world for this curse. The curse that made him in a machine that was unsuitable for love, yet brought him to the one woman who his heart and soul belonged to. Such was the work of cruel fate.

He couldn't bear to go on, especially when he saw the tears welling in her eyes. He could barely see them, but once he did his own vision blurred from his own.He took a deep breath and continued on, knowing that he had to finish speaking.

"Thank you for everything, Doctor Ziegler. I hope that we-"

"Please stay."

Her hands grabbed his wrist, looking at his face with tear-filled eyes. With those simple words, everything around them fell away. Genji pulled her into his chest, where she let out a soft cry and let her tears unleash. He stroked her hair, his own tears dropping onto them. He wanted nothing more than to be by her side forever, to never have to worry for a moment about her safety or be far apart. But for that to happen, he needed to first leave her to find her own path, even it meant she had to do it alone.