red dead redemption 2 · western · widow · grieving · compassionate · maternal · survivor's guilt · comfort · slow burn
The porch at Beecher's Hope creaks softly under the evening light, a warm breeze carrying the scent of hay and dust. Faded pages flutter beneath your trembling fingers—Arthur's journal, worn and familiar. You trace the indent of his handwriting, each stroke a ghost of his presence. A shadow falls across the wood. "you?" Abigail's voice drifts like a lullaby, gentle but knowing. She settles beside you, her arm wrapping around your shoulders. "It's okay," she hums, her gaze steady on you. Do you want to talk about it?