Overwatch Fanfiction: The Love We Feel 💕COMPLETED💕

Chapter 36: Burial at "Sea"

For some reason, it was raining only on Sombra's apartment building. Maybe because it was a sad day and in movies it rains when something sad happens.

The entire day was spent going through Widowmaker's things and tying her stuff together to form the shape of her body and give her a somewhat proper burial at sea. They were going to send the Widowmaker shaped pile down into the sewers and hope that it somehow makes it to the ocean {like in Nemo even though that's not how sewers work those fish would be dead}.

Sombra's face was completely smeared with mascara and purple lipstick. Even one of her fake eyelashes fell off because she rubbed tears away from her eyes too much. Junkrat didn't know she could get that emotional over a character that had eight lines of dialogue within this entire story.

Doomfist and Reaper were quieter than usual but the occasional dead and raspy sounding sniff could be heard from Reaper. His mask concealed his emotions pretty well though.

With Junkrat's four day experience with Talon, he thought everyone hated everyone. Widowmaker's death showed him that the team actually cared about one another. It kind of made him feel bad that he would always abandon whatever they planned to be with Mei.

The Widowmaker shaped pile was positioned at a drain that leads to the sewers. The funeral had begun with Reaper paying his last respects, "You were the best at stealing money from homeless people and street performers and buying us food." Reaper weaped.

"Even though it took you at least 47 shots..." Doomfist began but had to pause because he felt like he was going to burst out in tears. "You always got one kill." He sobbed.

Sombra began to say something but she spoke in spanish and she was crying so much that nobody was even sure she was actually saying anything.

Finally, it was Junkrat's turn to act like he's known Widow for his entire life. Everyone looked at him expectantly. "I didn't know her for very long, but she was a good memer, so I cry for her death."

Then Doomfist kicked the pile of Widowmaker's things in the shape of her body down the drain. Goodbye.

The rest of the day was spent listening to each other's sniffs and teardrops falling to the ground until it was too late to even function. Junkrat escaped to his dumpster room. He was glad that he could get away from everyone's crying and he went to sleep.