Title: Against the rules

Chapter 37: Diary entry (mini chapter)

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Widowmaker's diary POV

It's strange. Today I met a young woman called Tracer- no, Lena. Her name is Lena. She never told me that but it felt right to put that name with this person.

She was bright and bubbly, something I would avoid all together. But somehow, I felt… drawn to her.

She told me we was old friends. This would be reasonable but for some reason that felt so wrong. To put that kind of label on her.

Then she stopped breathing and started to become erratic. My heart leapt out of my chest at that moment.

Angela told me she had a panic attack from the mention of what has happened to her in the past year.

But that wasn't the shocking part. I felt something for her. I've never felt like this for anyone else in this facility, so why her?

Very strange, very strange indeed.

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I decided to watch Lena sleep. She worried me a lot the previous day and I didn't want it happening again through the night.

I also hoped it would give some answers to what I am feeling.

Unfortunately, Lena woke up and saw me.

Not wanting the night to be for nothing, I asked her who she was. A simple question but it meant so much.

Strangely, Lena reversed the question back on me, asking me how I knew her name that she never gave me.

This only made me wonder more. That was the exact reason why I was there, to get answers.

I tried to explain to her that she was familiar to me but in a way that I couldn't access the information. Like it was blocked.

Being the odd woman she is, she brought me a book to try and get some more memories from deep inside of me about her.

When I opened the book a note fell out, I only managed to read the first line and see the blue kiss stain before she snatched it out of my hands and hid it away.

That strange note held my handwriting and a name I didn't recall using to anyone, but somehow… it felt right to call it her. It suited her.

I fled the scene soon after, I didn't need any more odd things to happen.

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This book is so frustrating. Why the hell am I thinking about a dog when I see the author's name? I'm almost positive a test pilot couldn't be a dog.

Lena soon comes in the dining Hall and decides to take a seat with me after some persuasion on my part.

She commented on my tiredness so naturally, it almost felt… normal to be teased in such a way by this woman. I know for a fact I wouldn't let anyone else say that.

I get frustrated again. Telling Lena about the dog problem. She gives me a hand massage, suggesting whatever relations I had with this woman was caring.

The strangest feeling overcomes me when she does this. For some reason, I want to place my lips on her hand, caress the digits lovingly until I was content. But I resisted.

Apparently her dog was called Eric Brown. That'll explain a lot. But how did I remember her dog and nothing about her?

I asked Lena who she was again, wanting more of an answer, only to be shut down as she walks away.

Strangely, my chest hurt emotionally from this. Maybe we was more than friends.

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I confronted her. I needed to know what we was.

She was super defensive at this and point blank refused to give any answer.

An unusual strong urge comes over me to bite her earlobe. I didn't stop myself this time, though, I probably should have to reserve a relationship with her.

My chest continued to hurt more and more when Lena pushed herself away. All I wanted to do was know what was between us.

And now, I'm on bedroom arrest. I have to try and avoid Lena as much as possible according to Sombra.

We all know I'm bad at following orders though.