Apologies for not answering this sooner but I wanted to make sure that I gave this the proper time it deserved. I'm sorry for whatever someone has put you through (that’s never okay).

Nevertheless, I hope this helps!!______

Every so often you would find yourself to be confident and on your a-game. It wasn’t often that you would be caught off guard. It wasn’t often that you found yourself….unbalanced. 

Someone you considered to be your friend, an ally….someone you held once in some sort of regard now fell flat on your list. You felt something that you couldn’t quite explain. Lost perhaps. 

Lost was one way to put it. 

You rub your temples and sigh. So many emotions spinning yet none at all. It was weird. Surreal. You felt everything yet you felt numb. 

You were betrayed. You were played. It was not something you were used to and it wasn’t something you knew what to think about.

A buzzing noise came from your comm, it was Amèlie. You felt a small bit of relief wash over you. She sends you a message asking about you. It has been about a day or so since she last heard from you. Most unusual. 

She knew something was wrong. She knew you too well. Before you knew it she was at your doorstep with wine in hand and a few of your favorite movies. You invite her inside and by the tone of your voice she knows something is wrong.

“Mon Amiè,” she began, “tell me who it is and I’ll deal with them personally.”

You chuckle at her bluntness. She knows you just far too well and you can’t help but laugh. You give her a hug and she returns the embrace.

“Is it that girl Julianna?” her voice is stout, “Is she bothering you again? Oh I swear when I see her-”

“Amè, it’s fine you don’t have to go overboard!” you blurt out worried she’ll go too far this time.

The french woman swiftly shuts the door giving you a cold but protective look.

“I’ll deal with her,” she says flatly almost robotically.

Amèlie struts into the kitchen to find the bottle opener. You know it’s going to be a long night but you’re relieved to see her. She may be hard but she means well. You were her best friend, her only friend she opened up to. You knew how much you meant to her and how she hated to see anything ever happen to you. It made you feel so happy but at the same time almost guilty. You didn’t want to worry her or for her to be upset. 

She pops open the wine and pours you both a glass before you retreat to the couch. You tell her that Julianna finally went too far this time and how played you were. You weren’t expecting this and tears start to gently fall down your cheeks.

Gentle arms wrap around you and hold you as the tears fall. You feel a pat on your back as soothing french words lull you to relax. You couldn’t quite place it but you always felt safe with her. She never failed to relax you. Never failed to take all the pain and fears away.

Before you knew it you felt much better. As she pulled back and took a long sip from her glass, you knew everything was going to be okay.

“Hey Amè?” you ask.

Her eyes perk up, “Oui mon Amiè?”

“Can we get some ice cream?” you answer.

“I though you’d never ask,” she laughs.

You return later with your precious treats from your favorite place down the street and begin your long awaited movie night. There were laughs, there were shouts, there were angry french curses and popcorn thrown at the screen. But a night well spent indeed.

Two days go by and no word from Julianna. You happen to be talking with Reaper and catch up on a few things. Amèlie passes by as Reaper happens to mention Julianna by name. You glance over to Amèlie who continues to walk but out of the corner of your eye you see her glance over with that strong wicked smirk of hers.

“What have you done now?” you say to yourself. 

Almost on que as if Amèlie could hear you she answers, “No one can hide from my sight.”

“She dead,” Sombra appears from her cloaking right next to you, her voice quite sarcastic and direct.

You knew Sombra was kidding but you couldn’t help but laugh.