Hana Song, an 18 year old girl from Korea, has travelled the world, maintaining her years long dream of becoming an Overwatch Member. To achieve this, she must be firstly accept to the Overwatch Acedemy or "Overwatch High" in Paris, France.
As she t...
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"How dare you speak to an innocent girl like that!?" a sudden outburst voice yelled, following by angry sounding stomps. Gabriel and I turn our heads in disarray as we see a girl making her way towards us. She had blonde hair, blue eyes; a simple beauty to be blunt and straightforward.
Her tiny posture stood broad in front of Gabriel, clearly she was unaffected by his stance. However, Gabriel only seemed to find her pathetic, cockily chuckling as he turned himself around to leave, clearly intending to not say a word upon doing so.
Yet the moment he seemed to turn around, two hands reach out to him, pulling him towards the individual and lifting his collar up intimidatingly. I turn my head to see Genji, his face evident with rage.
"Gabriel you disgusting piece of-" Genji shouts, interrupted by Jack going in between the two, pulling them apart.
"Stop acting like children!" Jack roared as the three exchanged evil glances.
"How the hell can you be friends with such a worthless and immature individual!?" Genji counteracted, to which Jack glimpsed at me. My eyes felt swollen, as I felt like I was on the verge of crying.
"I'm reporting this to the authorities, I'm definitely not allowing a disrespectful and inappropriate individual like you receiving an entry here," the girl angrily remarked, turning her head and turning around, walking in the opposite direction.
"Angela wait!" Jack shouted, grabbing her hand to stop her from going further. Angela turns around, facing him, her eyes evident with worry as so were his. My eyes dart to their hands, fingers interlocked. My chest began to heave erratically as I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying.
Why the hell am I getting emotional over an action like this.
I notice Gabriel looking at me from the corner of my eye, chuckling clearly at my state.
"How pathetic that you care so much about someone like him," he comments, smirking slyly as everyone looks at him in confusion. Yet I knew what he was referring to, my grip on my notebook getting stronger as my fingers ached.
He's right. I am pathetic.
I am pathetic.
I am pathetic.
My head was now caught in a vicious mental loop as my eyes seemed to water everything I've bottled up all at once. Out of frustration,I threw my notebook on the ground, all my notes scrambling away from each other. Turning my body around, I started running in the opposite direction, finding it hard to breathe. My vision was blurry as I ran, yet that minuscule obstacle did not prevent me from picking my pace up further and further. I mentally ached as I felt all the eyes of everyone behind me burning into my back as I made my way further and further away. As I left, I heard Angela getting frustrated further as she screamed at what seemed like Gabriel and Jack.
I didn't care though, it wasn't going to change what had happened. Placing my hand over my heart, as if it has also physically broken apart, I stop in my tracks as I find myself in the middle of the road. Looking around, the cherry blossom petals drop among me. Usually, they would make me smile, but this time, they reminded me of how beautiful the world can be. And the Thought that I never get to experience such wonders ripped me mentally apart as my legs dropped to the rocky ground and my tears furth painfully stain my cheeks.
"Hana! Hana!" a faint outcry is heard among my muffling whimpers, but it is unrecognisable and I seem to remain placed where I was.
Feeling two hands interlock with me, the individual pulls me up and embraces me into his chest. I wipe my eyes to see who it is.
Genji.
I realised his eyelids were stained red and his eyes themselves were seemingly glossed over.
"Genji, are you okay?" I inquire as I pull away slightly. He wipes his eyes with his sweater sleeve as he looks back, staying seemingly silent.
"I hate seeing you hurt," he murmurs as his head falls down, avoiding my gaze as I worryingly stare at him. I embrace him once more, throwing my hands around his neck as I keep my gaze fixed on him.
"It's not your fault Genji, trust me," I whisper quietly, wiping his eyes with my hand. He looks at me briefly, his expression sunken, "Please don't worry about me."
Genji nods his head slightly as his hand reaches mine. He pulls my arm gently for me to follow him.
"Ana Amari announced that there is going to be an assembly to choose the individuals who had passed the interviews. I shake my head in response as Genji turns around, concerned.
"I don't want to go back in there. I have a weird feeling Gabriel has passed and if he has, I am not attending this stupid academy," I semi-scream as my eyes seem to cloud over once again. Genji looks down, clearly upset.
"Hana, after you left Angela pushed Jack away, you know?" he remarked, his teeth gritted.
Excuse me?
"I know Gabriel wasn't the reason you ran off Hana, I'm not blind!"Genji raised his tone. "Besides, Angela has expressed her distaste for him earlier anyways."
I looked up at Genji, simultaneously worried and confused.
How would he know what I feel at this current moment? And why does he seemingly care so much suddenly?
"It's not what you think," I murmur, lifting my head down as I tap my shoes on the ground shyly.
"It doesn't matter," Genji whispers bluntly as he sighs. "Either way, Angela pushed him away just so you know, whether you care or not. She went to report the situation to the office, so please don't worry anymore, ok?" Genji added, crouching down to meet my gaze as he wiped my tears with his sleeve.
"Please don't cry any more, Hana," he whispered.
Nodding my head, I wipe my tears and look back at him. I give my best attempt at a smile.
"Thank you, Genji. I'm sorry for being a mess.." I shyly add as I lean my head on his arm as we make our way back inside, his hand slipped its way to grasp me empathetically on the arm.