He looked down, shoulders drooping. She was supposed to be his. She meant everything to him, and now she found someone else.
Dropping the roses he carried, he walked off into the night, knowing full well that he wasn't going to return.
There in her cozy apartment sat Angela with Genji, sharing a box of Swiss chocolates, sipping a glass pinot noir. Although he couldn't hear it, he could see her laugh, her eyes sparkling to the rhythms of her breath.
A single tear formed in Jack's eye. Silently, it rolled down his cheek, caressing his skin as it did so. He yearned for a similar feeling. A feeling that he could get from her, Angela, his angel. Alas, Genji beat him to her.
Genji beat him to Angela fair and square. Jack had disappeared for five years, many presuming him to be dead. Whereas Genji had always been there, and even though they may have been worlds apart, he'd always manage to write her a letter.
A letter. An action so foreign to the society they lived in. Technology was intertwined to all parts of their daily life that doing something as simple as writing a letter seemed like an alien custom.
Yet Genji did it. No matter where he was, no matter what he was doing, he always found time to write to Angela. And there was nothing Jack could do to change that.
Day-in and day-out, Jack kicked himself for not thinking of doing something as simple as that. It would have been so much easier to reveal himself that way. It would have been easier for him, for his team, his family, and for her. Angela.
Although they were never anything more that friends, his hopes that maybe becoming something more was what drove him to join Overwatch again. His dream: to be surrounded by his friends, peace and justice brought to the world, and Angela in his arms.
Much to his disappointment, this is not at all what happened. Instead, the world was thrown deeper into chaos, he lost all his friends, and he lost Angela. When he returned, he hoped that maybe she would recognize him. It was a wasted hope. She regarded him as an outsider, an abnormality that had no place in Overwatch.
And this broke him.
How could she recognize him? He altered his voice, covered his face, and took up a new name. All the actions he took were for the sole purpose to have no one recognize him.
And yet he hoped that maybe, just maybe, she would.
Trudging through the snow, he arrived back at base. He didn't have anyone to share his company with. No one to confide in. No one to love him. And he had nobody to love back.
Opening his room door, he slowly shuffled inside, not bothering to turn the lights on.
He had donned his best attire for her. A light blue, plaid button down shirt, dress slacks, and shoes that were polished enough to make his old staff sergeant smile. But all was in vain. He was too late, another man took her love.
As their evening concluded, Angela thanked Genji for coming over, and walked with him out to his car. There she waited and waived until he had disappeared from her sight. Then she turned around to walk back to her house.
Then she saw it. The separate footprints. Alone they dotted the snow up to her house. Then looking past those, she saw the roses.
Walking over, she picked them up, and read the tag.
Admittedly it was hard, it was ripped and smudged, but just legible nonetheless.
"I'll always be…"
Her voice trailed off as she looked over the second, torn part
… there for you…
I hope to god that Blizz leaves Mercy's love life out of the lore. Making it canon just deepens the hate between ships, and we need less hate. Although I can appreciate all ships, I just want them to leave my Mercy out of this. LEAVE HER BE…. PLEASE