Overwatch one shots

Come back(Mcgenji)

I lay on my bed, staring at the wall. I feel nothing. Not since the whole incident had occurred. Since it happened, I haven't eaten. Week after week, checking as my weight slowly dropped.

But this isn't how it all began. It began on a warm summer day, I met a boy who liked me quite a lot. He introduced himself as Jesse Mccree. This tall and handsome man flirted with me at the hotel I was staying at. Of course I ended up sleeping at his house a few times and going out with him. Nearly five years ago we met and two years ago we got married. He usually left home to go on missions.

I loved meeting him at the airport and feeling his touch again. His lips would touch mine, and we would go home to have a bit more fun. I loved his strong grip. He would choke me till I was purple, and fuck me until I was sore.

We were young and happy together.

We'd go to dinner every Friday, getting tipsy then go home and get hammered. Jesse would sit in the bathroom, puking his brains out, crying but I'd clean him up and make sure he gets water and Advil.

I would sometimes lay in bed for days in pain, my neck hurting, and almost unable to breathe. Sometimes I swear I can feel what Hanzo felt before his suicide. I still remember his face the day it happened. So pale and once full of life and now cold and sad.

I'd see his body sprawled out next to a pill bottle and would rush him to the hospital and have the pills pumped from his stomach. I never understood why he wanted his death to happen so quickly, had he dishonored the family?

The note I saw on his desk, a long letter for me. Jesse had saved me from doing the same. I have the letter in a box next to his ashes.

Almost six months ago Jesse said he'd be back in two months, back to kiss me and make sure I'm doing alright. The last letter I got was three months ago, telling me he won't be home for awhile and things are rough. I've been waiting and haven't gotten a letter or anything until last month. The letter read Jesse can't come back and he won't. He isn't dead but can't come home. I've been so hurt by it. I refused to eat and I can barely stand on my own I haven't eaten in two months.

I tried getting up, stumbling to my desk. I wrote a letter for Jesse:

"Dear Jesse,
I'm so sorry. I couldn't do it anymore. My brother is gone and I'm convinced I'll never see you again. I know you aren't dead but you'll never come back. I need you to help me survive, you helped me with my eating disorders from years ago. Hopefully you find this and end up finding someone new. You'll find someone who isn't like me. Who isn't a fucking mess"

I paused momentarily to cry, my tears soaking the page. I sobbed, putting my head down and sobbing quietly. Maybe I can finish soon. I continued.

"You mean a lot to me but I've gone long enough without you and you'll never be home. I haven't eaten since you left. I forgot to eat because you didn't remind me. No, I couldn't eat because I relapsed. I started to cut myself once again and my suicide attempts are failing."

I slowly got up, shaking a lot as I tried walking to the kitchen for my stool and searching the garage for rope. I forced myself to lean against the wall and hold onto anything to keep myself up. I laid in bed, learning how to tie a noose. Once I figured it out, I stared at it for a long time, bursting into tears and I grabbed my kitchen knife off my nightstand, cutting down my left arm. I bled out but it wasn't much, so I put the dull knife back.

After thinking, I put the noose on the nightstand, laying in bed in a ball. Now, I'm back to present time where I'm laying in bed. My eyes fluttered shut and I passed out.

I wake up later in the day to the same soft touch I know. He was checking for a pulse. I heard him sob, thinking I was gone. Jesse read the letter, falling to the floor. I heard a quiet click and a loud bang. I weakly got up, staring at Jesse who had shot himself in the stomach. My stupid self threw myself onto the floor, Jesse gently petting my head.
"I'm so sorry, pumpkin." I watched him cough blood and smile with blood coating his teeth. "Poor baby y-you're so th-thin." I tried climbing onto his lap, gently kissing his neck.

"Don't die on me, Jesse." I held his face in my hands, my shirt soaked in blood. "I need you to stay strong." I tried my hardest to get up and get my phone, calling for an ambulance. My legs gave out on me and I fell back, Jesse catching me.

"Pumpkin, don't call for help, it's over." I punched him, not even thinking.

"DONT YOU SAY THAT!" I raised a fist, hitting him to give him a black eye.

He quickly took his gun out, holding it at my forehead. I nodded, closing my eyes as he pulled the trigger.

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I watched my lil punkin fall to the floor, his eyes lidded. He wanted me to live. That's all he wanted. Before I knew it, my gun was in my mouth, finger on the trigger.

I stared at the poorly made noose, sighing. He was so hesitant to end it. I slowly leaned in, Genji's soft lips touching mine and I kissed him one last time. Before the whole...

Bang.