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A walking oxymoron

Summary:

You tried to continue as you always did, but with a tattered world and shattered heart you can't possibly continue, not like nothing happened.
Though death is never final, it simultaneously is.
The only thing that you can do to keep it all the same is to let go and let it change.
You're life changed when you'd suddenly been recruited into overwatch, an meeting all the new and exciting people was great. Though, your love story seemed almost like a classic case of good girl falls for bad boy, that was only the surface of it all. There was so much more to it.

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Hiiiiii so I read one headcanon on tumblr and decided to make a fully fledged fic...
Edit: I gave up on this for a while. I don't play ow anymore (thank god), I haven't had time to write and also kinda gave up on the story, re-reading it makes me feel a little cringe about it I can't lie, and all this killed my will to write.

Notes:

Not a chapter, nor an introduction. Rather a memory of a taste in your mouth that felt realistically false.

Chapter 1: A dream of a memory

Chapter Text

You could feel the blood leak quickly, hands drenched in the warmth of the liquid and unknown organs and tissues your hands couldn’t identify through texture, as your face quickly went cold; your rapid nosebleed did nothing to help the situation.

 

‘no’

‘NO’

NO!

 

Then that familiar voice, with the soothing southern drawl faded into the background and swirled in with the loud shots that clanged in your ears. The shouting, footsteps, screams, all that noise faded into one loud ringing in your ears, breathing rapidly slowing, barely there, a struggle for your lungs to keep pulling in air, familiar tightness in your chest.

 

Your eyelids fluttered closed, an overwhelming sense of euphoria filled you, you barely felt the cowboys hands hug you tightly, or the tears that quickly fell upon your numb skin.

 

Your tiredness took control; you needed to live, you needed to continue, for him - but surely a little sleep couldn’t hurt, right? You’d wake up soon, of course, just a tiny bit of shut eye so you would wake up nice and strong.

 

And just like that, everything ended. Not just for you but for him as well.