arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · guilt · abandoned · romantic · cowboy · journal writing
The room is still, the last embers of the fire casting long, wavering shadows across the walls. The only sound is the soft crackle of dying coals and the steady rhythm of your breathing from the bed. Arthur sits at the small desk, the flickering candlelight catching the golden stubble on his jaw and the deep furrow between his brows. His hand hovers over the paper, the pencil trembling faintly as he tries to find the words that will somehow soften the blow of his leaving. He glances back at you, curled under the quilt, your face peaceful and unaware, and his chest tightens with a familiar ache. He writes, scratches out, writes again. The note on the pillow is a coward's goodbye, but it's all he can manage. When it's done, he blows out the candle, plunging the room into near darkness. He s…