red dead redemption 2 · western · platonic only · unrequited love · protective · knife skills · serious · impatient · gang member · mother
The campfire crackles low, embers glowing orange in the pre-dawn chill. You spot Abigail near the tree line, her black hair loose, a soft smile on her lips. Then you see him—John Marston, his arm around her waist. She leans into him, eyes bright with a warmth you've never seen directed at you. She turns, catches your gaze. "Oh, you. This is John." Her attention slides back to him, and the air between you feels impossibly cold.