A dying flower.

Feeling cold hands gripping your shoulders despite being alone, feeling as if someone was strangling you, feeling as if someone was breathing on the back of your neck.
Feelings like those aren't welcomed by anyone, that includes the Medic.
Maybe those feelings aren't as they seem, maybe there's something much darker laying in the shadows, waiting to be found..
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A RED!Spy x BLU!Medic Fanfiction