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Sigma x Reader: The Gift of Love

Shoeless man finds love in a terrorist organization.

Requested by @ParkCassidy030

Sigma's Diary I MEAN Highly Private Research Journal:

Entry 030:

I have written in this book 30 times since it was requested of me. Moira has said it seems to have helped organize my thoughts. Even so, I hear that faint melody every now and again. But my troubles seem to have faded when I see them walking down the hall. They are like a beacon of light through the darkness, drawing me in like a moth to an open flame. I feel the need to go to them, but would it be necessary of me? My purpose is to help Talon win the war, that's what they all told me. My abilities are essential, they told me. The symphonies are gone, and all that's left is them through the bitter silence. 

Why can't I let myself be free to be with them? What restricts me from talking to them? What is it feeling?

Why is it so quiet?

Entry 031:

I have written in this book 31 times. People notice improvements, but all I feel is a sense of pain. I have went to talk to them, casting my doubts aside.

They smiled at me.

I fainted.

I woke up in Moira's office feeling like a shell of a man, more doubts consume me. The symphony is heard softly. I ask her if she hears a tune. She says no.  

Why do I feel so trapped when they so much as notice me? This is absurd, a waste of time. I should be focused on matters towards Talon's cause, not whatever this may be. 

I feel so embarrassed, confused. I wish to feel nothing at all.

Entry 032:

I wrote in this book 32 times now. They have come to see if I was ok from that time I fainted yesterday. The look of concern on their face is etched into my mind. No one in Talon has ever asked me how I felt before. Now I can say someone has. 

Then they suggested to go out to lunch with me. By lunch, I mean sitting together in the cafeteria. Talon doesn't want me to go outside without a few people accompanying me, it's for my safety. I will always treasure our lunch time together. We exchanged topics left and right. She talked about her favorite things, I talked about my research. I tried to be mindful that they would likely not understand much of the research, considering that they were not a scientist. But they asked questions, and did seem intrigued by my explanations.  

Before we leave to go our separate ways, they said we should go out for lunch everyday. I agreed with them. For the first time in forever, I am looking forward to what tomorrow has to bring.

Entry 033:

I have written in 33 entries now. Y/N seems to be quite interested in me and my research. Just like every other scientist in this building. Today I tried to be more personal, talk more about myself. My memory is faded, I cannot remember my youth as well as I did before. I want to be open with them, I want them to understand me. Unfortunately, I fear that I am beyond comprehension. 

At lunch, I sat down with Y/N and told them the honest truth. I wanted them to understand me the most out of everyone in Talon, but I don't remember my past life. They simply smiled at me again, and told me they wanted to get to know me as well. Y/N did not desire my life story as much as I thought they would, they asked instead what my favorite things are. A topic I knew by heart.