Make Me Feel Again
Widowmaker carefully cleaned the many parts of her gun. It was one of the first things she did when returning to Talon's base after a mission. Ensuring her gun was in top condition and ready to function at a moment's notice was important to her.
It only took her a few minutes, practice made her fast even without needing to hurry. Sombra had been watching her the entire time, in silence. Widowmaker vaguely wondered if said action would bother her, if she were able to feel. She reassembled her gun, and tested the mechanics before finally turning to her spectator.
"Trying to learn a few things by watching me?" Widowmaker inquired.
Sombra seemed startled by the question, "Ah, uh, um… yeah?"
"That did not sound very convincing." Widow noticed.
"Sorry." Sombra mumbled, her body language betraying her hesitance to speak.
"There is something you want to say, so spit it out."
"I… I- I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Yet you look like you will regret not speaking. Whatever it is, I won't get angry."
"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't." Sombra muttered. She took a deep breath and met Widowmaker's eyes. "… I love you."
I love you. Those were words Widowmaker never thought she'd hear again. She didn't know how to respond. "Oh." She scanned her memories for a clue on what to do. Getting no response from a girl she confessed to in high school wasn't fun, but she had done so over a text message. Not a useful memory. Before she could find any relevant memories with a hint of what to say, Sombra smiled wryly and leaned back on her heels.
"I'll just go now." Sombra turned to leave and Widowmaker quickly caught her wrist.
"Wait." She had to choose her words carefully, if she hurt Sombra now, she might never again have an opportunity like this. "I understand that this must be hard for you. But I do want to feel again. I never thought of asking someone for help before, but if you want to, or have any ideas, you know where to find me." Sombra nodded slightly. "Just know that I cannot make any promises."
Sombra exhaled a shaky breath, "I need some time to think about this."
"Of course." Widowmaker said and watched the other woman leave before returning to her own room.
Her search for feelings, for any hint of emotion never ended. She stepped into the shower, the water only a few degrees short of burning skin, and began to wash her hair. The heat made her skin slightly less blue and her heart beat a little faster. It brought her no closer to feeling than when she pulled the trigger of her gun, but she had to keep on trying. Emotion was a vital part of being human, and no amount of logic could block the pull from her soul to be whole again.
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