Sombra Online

The Thing That Sucks About Death

Might make this into a full fic... idk.... enjoy!

Death, Sombra had long since decided, sucked. There was probably a more poetic way to say that, but the point remained.

Death sucked when Sombra was a child, watching her mother get trampled in the army of omnics.

Death sucked when Sombra was older, though still too young, and someone came to her door to inform her of her father's demise.

Death sucked when Sombra was a teenager, and could do nothing but watch as Los Muertos fell victim to raining bullets.

And death most certainly sucked right now, with a bullet lodged in Sombra's stomach.

It wasn't the pain that was so bad; she had dealt with pain before. Pain was manageable. Instead, the thing that sucked most about death was the mundane finality of it all. Because you knew, in the moments of someone's death, that they would never come back. They would never finish that book they were reading. Never play another game. Listen to another song.

Most would say that there were bigger things to worry about, in the times of departure. Funerals, cremations, wills, and the likes.

But the thing was, none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was accepting the fact that someone was gone. How can you do that, though, when you never got to say goodbye? When all you can think about is everything they never told you? All the things in their mind that died with them?

The thing that sucked about death, Sombra decided, right before her own, was all the loose ends that would never be tied up.

bye my lovelies!