*breaks Merrill's mirror and makes her cry*
Shadow - Chapter 3 “Lost” WIP
………And as Winston returned to based, cradling the girl in his arms who remained unnaturally silent, the entire organization made it a priority to find Sombra.
They found her on the roof beside the hangar, twitching and shaking uncontrollably, clutching the light at the center of her chest as if it were too tight as she struggled to breathe. Panting heavily, each breath a lungful of air coming out in shaky wisps of air and whimpers.
Several feet away, a puddle of blood and a signature sniper’s bullet lodged in the floor beside it.
They called her name but she didn’t move or acknowledge them, even as he carefully scooped her up in his arms. She curled inward, holding herself as she fought to find a pattern to breathe normally, her eyes seemingly glazed over in shock or fear.