The love we sprouted during the war was as hard-won as the green shoots in winter, and the storm easily destroyed it.
The world no longer needs heroes.
The world no longer needs me.
The Watcher codenamed Hyacinthes has long since disappeared, leaving only the skeleton of the shadow of war, Doomsday.
Endless cold, sweeping hunger, damaged body, and rising resentment.
Overwatch————
Hero————
He is no longer a hero to the world.
"Is there still a light left for him?... No." The blond man's smile was particularly dazzling, and his tone was a sincere blessing but could not hide his sadness. "He'll be happy without me."
"Are you still preparing coffee for him?... No." The corner of the black-haired man's mouth was sarcastic. "He made me look like a dead man."
At night, the blond man always has a bright light in his house, and the black-haired man always has a can of coffee in his drawer.
Probably, old habits die hard.
I would probably write something about it, but I don't have any chance to save it. Probably some obsession... To my favorite hero, Soldier 76.
Comprehensive British and American, Marvel DC, Overwatch.
Intention: Everything may not be smooth sailing, but there will always be sunny days.