Amongst thousands of books, archives, and documentations of history, Amelie found tranquillity in letters. No matter how long or short it is, a message is a written form of longing somebody that sits beside you every day. Ups and downs encountered like a knight to a dragon. Sombra, accompanying her could only re-read previous cyber attacks on many old newspapers, it is more than a privilege for her to re-discover everything she learned when she was a young girl. Amelie's brain never meant for literature or writings, she could calculate, but writing poetry and word making is out of her league. Amelie picks three books regarding how to write a letter in before her age and many literary wonders stored within the library. Amelie slowly opens the book and brought a pen to mark any unusual words for enriching her vocabulary. For an emotionless killer like her, to admire and adore a piece of literature is quite a pill to swallow.
Sombra sat beside her. "You're such a beauty when you're reading a book," she continued. "I think I'm going to ship you with someone."
Amelie puts down her book. "Don't you dare to ship me with anyone."
Sombra didn't know that Amelie wears a pair of glasses when it comes to reading a book. Her ponytail, her exasperated face, her glasses - it all looks like a young librarian tending to their books. A nerd, preferably to say.
"Mi Amor... why you're so beautiful?" Sombra asked.
"I am a woman. Thus, I am beautiful." Amelie smiled as she continues to browse the book for brewing her message. "You need to learn more about your "predecessors," Sombra." She bent over and kissed Sombra on the cheeks. "Cherie, you're always a beautiful woman to me," she puts back the book to find another one. "Please do not blush in the library."
Although in her mid-thirties, Amelie still wants to learn everything. She wasn't the youngest Talon member, and life isn't much better either. Having arachnophobia for the rest of her childhood and bad influence from her father, Amelie now known as Widowmaker, a name taken from a spider species, the Black Widow or maybe because of her murdering her husband, so she's a widower? Only Amelie knows. She once observes a set of hidden camera videos that Sombra hacked for Talon, even before Talon recognise them. She clicked on a folder titled "Avenue de la Bourdonnais, September." There she saw her past, with her husband, holding hands together on the streets of Paris, hanging out in the cake shop.
She let out that thought to swarm over her again, she couldn't do that again to herself. What matters most is now she needs to reconstruct her destroyed life to a better future. She browses more books to find another set of words for her vocabulary while Sombra is sleeping on the desk, playing games on her smartphone.
"Hermana, what do you think of Gabe?" Sombra asked while hacking a game on her smartphone.
"He's just jealous about that fellow who took his position in Overwatch. A lifetime revenge, to be exact." Amelie replied while opening a few pages on the old book.
"So, how you grow hair that long? Is there any tips for me if I want to do the same?" Sombra changed the topic while combing it with her hands.
Amelie force closed the book and put it beside her. "Sombra, why you always changed the subject of our conversation?"
Sombra puts her phone on the desk and shrugged. "I don't know," she grabbed it back again and played it as usual. "I just like to change subjects on conversation, why is it matter to you, Ame?"
Amelie deepens her tone. "It's infuriating," she conceded. "Well, it's a free world, right? I shouldn't care about that."
She turned her body around and said. "Well, it's hard when you're not the one who invades," her tone faints and almost can't be heard. "So, how's that letter you're working?"
"I have collected several words for it and maybe I can teach myself a thing or two about writing."
Sombra softly kissed her Spider. "Good luck, I hope she replies."
Amelie replied Sombra's kiss. "Thanks, Mon Ami. Let's hope she'll notice us."
