Once at home, Dr. Ziegler was finally able to relax. Before opening a beer, she quickly changed into softer and more comfortable attire; something to let her breath freely again after having to wear that tight pencil skirt all day.
With a slight grin and a relieved sigh, she melted into the worn couch that sat in her cozy living room. She took out a bottle of beer and began to sip at it lightly, enjoying the peace that ensued. Her attention, however, was soon drawn away by a small piece of paper on ground. Picking it up, it revealed itself to be the business card Moira had handed her so discreetly. It must've fallen out as she grabbed a beer.
As she stared at it longer, several unpleasant memories began to resurface. Some she hoped to have forgotten long ago.
"Pharah..." she murmured "I... I um... I think it would be better... better if we didn't see each other anymore," Angela looked down, unable to meet her now former lover's gaze.
"You must be joking," Pharah laughed, trying to convince herself this wasn't happening. "Our relationship has been great... for the most part I mean."
"It's some personal stuff I'm going through," she spoke gently, trying to hold back tears, " and I don't want to mix you up in it.
Angela hated lying. Especially to someone who deserved the truth.
"Baby, what's going on?" Pharah's face held a concerning and empathetic gaze. She herself was beginning to get choked up.
They had only been together for a little bit, and few people even knew about the relationship. Even though it pained Angela, she knew this was the best time to end it. Otherwise things could get nasty.
Angela turned her head, so that Pharah wouldn't see the mess that she was at this moment,"I'm so sorry,"
Dr. Ziegler downed her second bottle of beer, drowning the memories along with it.
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Dr. O'Deorain finally arrived at her apartment. It was spacious, and had a very modern feel to it. She, however, had very luxurious tastes, and didn't find it all that worthwhile. Though, as a temporary work home, she guessed it was acceptable.
Grabbing a glass, she sprawled herself across the leather couch, and poured herself a bit of vodka. Sipping it lightly, she looked through the messages on her phone, but much to her disappointment, she didn't find anything from Dr. Ziegler. This wasn't surprising, but any glimmer of hope she aquired had now faded away. It was ignorant of her to think that silly plan could've worked anyway.
With a pained sigh, she finished her glass, and sat there on the couch, debating on pouring herself a second drink. Ultimately, she thought it unwise to indulge in her nasty habit so much. After all, she can't be drunk if Dr. Ziegler decides to respond.
Even if she had decided to keep drinking, her body would've stopped before she could take another sip, for soon after, her eyelids fell heavy and she found it harder and harder to stay concious. After a few minutes of fighting the drowsiness, Dr. O'Deorain finally fell asleep.
"DAICHI WO FUMISHIMETE, KIMI WA MEZAMETEIUKU TENSHI NO HOHOEMI DE TSUREDASHITEEEEE!!"
Dr. O'Deorain's ringtone echoed throughout the apartment, instantly snapping her out of her dreams.
With a racing heart, she frantically answered the phone.
"Hello?" She shouted sleepily.
"Moiraaa !" The voice sang on the other end.
"What... who is this," Dr. O'Deorain asked, her anxiety levels began to calm.
"It's your Angellll," the voice giggled on the other end.
"Dr. Ziegler....?" Her heart sped up once more " What are you on about?"
"We haven't had a date in soooo long we should go on a date!"
"What? Who is this," Dr. O'Deorain was stunned. The sophistacted doctor would never behave as such. Especially to Dr. O'Deorian.
"We'll have lunch tomorrow sweetieee," Dr. Ziegler giggled once more before hanging up.
Dr. O'Deorain sat there, still paralyzed by the bizarre conversation that had just taken place. She tried to think of a logical explanation, but it was too hard to think straight as exhaustion clouded her brain.
Checking the time, she let out a sharp gasp, realizing that Dr. Ziegler had called her at three in the morning. Something was going on with her, but Dr. O'Deorain was too tired to try and figure out what was going on and, instead, fell back asleep.
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My Angel
Fanfiction| #1 IN MOICY | For 8 long years after the disbanding of Overwatch, these former colleagues and lovers part ways and live their life completely independent of each other. Dr. Ziegler is now one of the lead researchers and surgeon of the Switzerland...
