“I wish we could stay like this forever…”

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He yawns, looking down at the woman nestled in his arms, cybernetics glowing softly in the dark motel room. 

“Sorry, sweetheart…didya say somethin’?” he asks her.

There’s no answer, as she simply moves further up into his hold, head resting against his chest and sighing. 

“No,” she finally replies. “I didn’t say anything. Buenas noches, McCree.”

He turns so she’s forced to face him, placing his thumb on her chin as he leans in to give her a kiss, soft and sweet. 

“G’night, darlin’. Sweet dreams.”  With that, he helps her settle back down against him, their combined warmth and sound of chirping crickets outside lulling him to sleep. 

But slumber never comes easy to Sombra – let alone when she’s with McCree. She wants to stay awake – desperate to savor each moment she’s with him, even when he’s not conscious for it. It’s always like this when they get together…either it’ll be him that’s gone in the morning or her. It will always be like that. 

Despite wanting nothing more than to continue this embrace, she has to go. She slips out of his hold without much trouble, and she briefly wonders if it’s so easy because he knows he has to let her go or he doesn’t care as much as she does. Either option hurts to think about so she stops.

Leaving McCree is always a process, one that isn’t complete unless she takes a look back to her lover and bids him farewell until they can meet again. Silently, she moves to his side and presses a peck to his cheek.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.”

Her fingers lovingly drape through his hair one last time, knowing he will not wake. And then, like the shadow she is, she’s gone, leaving her heart behind in some unnamed roadside motel.