Victor’s back didn’t make the healthiest of noises as he landed on the hard gurney, cracking in quite a sickening way. His brain wasn’t quick to catch up to the situation or the Medic’s words, focusing rather on his new pain, hand shooting to his back. He hadn’t the heart to yell at the Heavy, his brain still too addled with everything else to concentrate on the larger man, and he found his hand snatching away the paper without even so much as a word.
It was only then that things didn’t feel right, and there was a definite drop of his stomach. The paper. There was only one person who would care to leave him anything… His fingers shook slightly as he opened the page, only making the paper tremor in his hands. He’d blame it on the cold, later, if he ever made it to ‘later’.
And it was in his cursive.
I wish I could tell you this in person. I know you well enough that you would try to stop me, but this is for the best. Even now I seem to cause you nothing but pain, and that just became even more apparent when I spoke to the other sniper today. I wish I could offer you a perfect ending, like the one I have promised you so many times. But I am done pretending it is possible. So, this is the best I can do for you. Please Victor, don’t dwell on me. I cared for you, and always will care for you, and that is why I need to do this. For you. Now that I have made you accept yourself you can go out, find someone regular that can give you the happiness you deserve. Not me. Not a spy.
Forget about me, but at this moment don’t forget that I loved you more than anyone before. Anyone who would have come along.