An Atypical Love Story
#金发组，Angela Ziegler第一人称
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I was still quite young when I first met him. One year before joining Overwatch, I was the leader of my field in a hospital in Swiss. Yes, I am a doctor with an MD. And somehow Overwatch, the largest peacekeeping organization in the world, offered me a job in their medical center. Honestly, I wasn’t the biggest fan of Overwatch, but still I came. “For better opportunities to help more people.” That’s how I told myself.
Before meeting in person, I had seen his face for a thousand times on TV and posters on the streets. However, it was only when I actually saw him that I realized how charming he was, in an objective way, without any personal opinion or prejudice. His eyes were cerulean abyss; as if they contained all the deep oceans and starry skies in the universe. His hair was shining gold. All these years, I can never forget that meeting. He was standing in front of the crowd like a god. The sunlight was leaping on his hair. Then he leaned forward, reached out his hand with a mild smile.
“Welcome, Doctor Ziegler.” He said, “ I'm Jack Morrison. The commander of Overwatch.”
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The love between a soldier and a doctor is such a cliche regardless of time and space. So I'm not going to bore you with details. What I have to say is being the commander of Overwatch was a great burden. The pressure from government, The pressure from people. The pressure from outside, the pressure from inside. Not only because at that time Overwatch was on the edge of a collapse, but Jack was the one who was making every effort to maintain a relatively stable status. There was too much on his shoulders that I couldn't help him to carry. No one could. He walked alone in millions of people, for the path he chose was too narrow to walk with.
For a time I could hardly see him. He was occupied with work. What had only left for me was to concentrate on my work, and to pray for him even I was never a devout believer.
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It was an ordinary Sunday afternoon. We were having a drink in a small pub, talking about casualty rates and government cuts.
Suddenly, he sighed, looked at me in the eye. I could see the ocean in his eyes. Those unnamed emotions were like rising tides which made me dying to drown inside.
“Sorry, Angela,” he said,“ I can't love you.”
Then I couldn’t hear a word he said. All I could hear was the sound of a windbell on the glass door, like something had broken into a thousand pieces.
Then he stood up, turned around, and left. His back was so straight, as if there was nothing in this world could crush him.
I stared at the door, smiling with tears in my eyes.
“I understand.” I whispered.
Deep down I knew, I couldn't be his weakness. I couldn't be his burden. That was the only thing I could do to help. He had a world to save. It had to be him. That was his destiny, a blessing and a curse. To drag him in a relationship was too selfish to do, because we all had a bigger picture to see. Love was more of a luxury for us.
So I finished my shot, and went back to my lab.
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I never married for my entire life. Indeed, Jack is never my husband, but someone unique, someone who means much more to me. He is the man I respect, worship and love with all my heart and soul.