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I Know You

He knew that Amélie was never going to recall him. He'd always loved her, always had been there for her. Watching her and over her. He was there before she was who she was now. When she was with him.

Gérard

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                             Flashback
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"Everyone, I want you to welcome, Gérard" The man with the husky voice replied with such enthusiasm. "He is going to be our newest recruit and addition to Overwatch. Feel free to make him feel at home"

Gérard was a strikingly tall man, with a fairly light complexion and a very fine shaven mustache. He was built like a true soldier, with hardened, muscle-covered shoulders and a firm chest. His hair was darker than the night and his eyes were the perfect shade of blue. He was a French man, coming from a rather wealthy family.

"Bonjour, mon ami's" He bowed in respect, a hand planted across his firm chest while the other was in the back. "It is a pleasure to meet you all, and surely, we will all become great friends"

Reyes was always interested in new recruits, so he had introduced himself immediately after the formalities. Him and Gérard had become great friends and had an unbreakable bond of friendship that the members of Overwatch envied so.

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"Gabriel, just the man I wanted to see!" Gérard came forward with tickets in hand, a look of excitement on his face. "You must go with me to this show tonight!"

Reyes looked over the tickets and furrowed his thick eyebrows. "A ballet? I didn't know you were a softie, Lacroix" He joked, punching his friend on the shoulder.

"Non, homme, look!" He pointed to the tickets, to a name that Gabe had never seems before.

"Amélie née Guillard..?" Gabriel sounded out the unknown name. "It's French right?"

"That is the name of the woman of my dreams! Gabriel, that is my dame..!" The man's voice was filled with elation, he sounded as if he would burst in happiness.

Reyes couldn't help but chuckle and nodded in agreement, "Alright, Alright, I'll go. Meet me there at 6?"

Gérard smiled and held up at fist, "At 6"

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  Gabriel awaited out front of the studio, dressed in his finest suit, looking down at his watch. 5:45? And no sign of Gérard. He surely didn't want to go in by himself, having never actually been inside one of these places before. He never had an interest in ballet.

'Maybe I should just go in?' Gabriel thought to himself, letting out a sigh to himself. His heavy feet tread through the doors to see a very well lit room with an enormous stage and so many rows of seats, it was impossible to find an end. He never realized how many people loved Ballet, because most of the seats were already filled up.

He walked around, scoping the whole area. He didn't necessarily want to sit just yet and was interested in the place. He decided to venture around before the show had began. He noticed a pair of curtains to the side of the room, leading to another hallway. Curious, he stepped through, walking down the long hallway that was only lit by the lights on the sides of the floor. This place was too beautiful, he couldn't imagine how the ballerina's would look.

  As Reyes turned another corner, he came face to face with the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen in his entire life. The woman was finishing putting her long, flowing black hair in a tight bun, white ribbon being added for a delicate touch. Her skin was a very pale, snowy color, her body was fit and petite. She was clothed in the most breathtaking costume, a white corset type of dress with ribbons wrapping around her soft legs. She wore white ballet slippers and a decorative swan mask on her head. Her arms had white ribbon as well, one being dressed in an armlet that connected into a glove-let.