One of my favorite memories with you is our hike to the Hollywood sign 🎬 I believe it was about a 6.5 mile round hike on a hot summer day, where we were rushing against time since we didn't pay for enough parking 😂 it was a great cardio sesh accomplishing one of my Bucket List Wishes ✔💥💫 I wouldn't have wanted anyone else running next to cliffs in LA other than you💘
She nods, still keeping that smirk plastered on her face.
"Oui, ma chère," Widowmaker replies. It's obvious that "oui" means "yes." It's like "hola" -- just one of those foreign words everybody knows. While keeping my eyes on the assassin, I use my peripheral vision to scope out any escapes, but with a sniper rifle being pressed against my head, there's nothing I can do. I watch Widowmaker's eyes sweep past me and over to Hana. I don't dare turn to see Hana's expression, as much as I want to. I keep my eyes glued to the barrel of that gun.
"I have no interest in the nerd, aucun du tout," She says in her thick, French accent. Her gaze crawls back to me, and she seems to smile even more. "I was originally sent here to scout the area, but..." Widowmaker, to my surprise, slings her gun onto her back. She folds her deathly blue hands in front of her. "I believe I can make an interesting story out of the two of you, tout comme le mien. If you agree to come with me, I will spare the girl, if not..." Before my mind can even begin to absorb what she's saying, Widowmaker draws her sniper rifle and aims it at my head once again, "I think you know what would happen."
"Fine," I say without really thinking. The only thing on my mind right now is Hana's safety. Plus, if Widowmaker were to continue scouting the area, she would eventually find the aircraft. Her expression goes blank as she turns to Hana.
"D.Va, is it If you move from that spot while you are still in my sight, I will kill your little boyfriend," Widowmaker says sternly. As her gun is still pressed to my forehead, I can't even turn around to look at Hana, but I can hear her whimpering. I turn my gaze to the ground.
"Hana, it's alright, I'm going to be just fine," I lie, turning my head to the side just a bit. I flash Hana a smile. "It's going to be just fine..."
"Ah, imbécile," Widowmaker purrs with a chuckle as she raises her gun, "you will never see her, or me, or anyone in the same light, ever again." With a grunt, she slams her gun into my head.
Yeah, thats right. A simple eye because I am no artist. 🤣
Fyi, along with drawing, I am going to start putting out stories for y'all to read. Be on the lookout! 😁👀 and I hope to hone my drawing skillz to create a proper webtoon. 😋🤣
Cześć, nazywam się Advay. Mam 13 lat. Pewnie nie słyszeliście takiego imiona. To normalne. Pochodzę z Indii. Przeprowadziłam się do Polski około miesiąc temu... Oczywiście jezyk polski na początku był dla mnie jak czarna magia. Z czasem go przyswoiłam. Uczę się go od 2 lat. Na razie są wakacje, więc nie chodzę do szkoły. Boję się, że będę wyśmiewana przez moich rówieśników, gdyż mam ciemną karnacje, czarne oczy i włosy... Na pierwszy rzut oka widać moje zagraniczne pochodzenie. Różnie się nie tylko wyglądem, ale też nie jestem typową nastolatką. Całe dnie potrafię siedzieć przy książkach lub spędzać w parku szkicując i słuchając muzyki. Nie mam komputera, a telefon u mnie służy tylko do sluchania muzyki i dzwonienia do rodziców. Nie znam się na modzie, technologii, mediach społecznościowych i na ludziach... Jestem spokojna, cicha, zamknięta w sobie... Ludzie nie starają się mnie poznać, ale skreslają na starcie. Jestem swoimi problemami sama, ale nie potrzebuje nikogo.