The Crow's Call (An Overwatch Story)

Part 12: Scars of Youth

Back at base, I went back to my room, put my gear back in the locker and went to bed.

I of course pointed a box fan at my face and passed out.

Africa was far too hot for me.

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I woke up at 2 AM again, under regular circumstances this time, and just sat in my room.

I just kind of paced around my room and existed once again.

My phone buzzer after a couple minutes

Amèlie: "I can hear you're up. Do you mind if I come on?"

Of course she could hear me

Crow: "Yeah, of course."

One minute later, I heard Amèlie walk in.

Widow: "Hey, how's it going?"

Crow: "I'm doin alright."

Widow: "Good. So..."

I knew what was coming

She sat down on the couch next to me

Widow: "Why were you up so late? Sigma told me you looked disturbed."

Crow: "Yeah.. I just kinda.. woke up.. And I couldn't go back to sleep.. y'know?"

Widow: "Please tell me the truth, you can trust me."

I debated telling her the truth.

Don't open up

I mean, she seemed trust worthy

Remember what happened last time?

I don't know what to do

She stared at me with eyes that I hadn't seen, ever. Eyes that cared.

How would she react? Would she ignore me too?

Amèlie: "Crow.. are you alright?"

Her voice was soft, and tender, her accent complimenting the tone.

Crow: "I just.. *sigh* yeah I'm alright."

She used her index finger and thumb to hold my chin, and forced long eye contact between us.

Her eyes darted around my face, inspecting and studying my face.

Amèlie: "When's the last time you cried, cherie?"

I thought about it.

Was she looking for an answer?

She stared at me, definitely awaiting an answer.

Crow: "Long ago. I uh.. probably when.."

I let out a long sigh, and showed her my forearm.

She gasped

She held my arm and ran her fingers along the scars.

Tears welled in her eyes.

I felt nothing but disappointment at myself, getting worse, turning to anger the longer I looked at it.

She obviously saw this and gently put my arm to my chest.

Amèlie: "What led you to this?"

I told her about how I was ignored by everyone in my life, how when I opened up to anyone they would use it against me, and how I was cheated on, the whole schtick.

She ran her hand through my hair, and we held eye contact.

Amèlie pulled me in and held me, and my heart completely melted.

She started to lay down, and put her hand on the back of my head, signaling me to follow her down.

I rested my head on her stomach. She rubbed my scalp and played with my hair, whispering things in French that I couldn't understand.

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Amèlie's Pov

I felt so bad for him. How could anyone treat such a sweet soul so badly?

I will not let him be dehumanized any longer.

I could tell he was asleep.

I gingerly moved his arm and looked at it. I ran my fingers along his scars again.

My eyes welled up with tears, as I could only imagine how long he suffered.

My old self was killed fairly recently, but his, his was killed as a child.

I'm sorry, mon amour...

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Two parts done tonight! (Maybe three)

As always, I'll see you in the next chapter!