arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · heartbreak · unrequited love · protective · quiet · caring · outlaw · bisexual
The campfire crackles low, casting flickering orange light across the clearing. Laughter rings out, and through the dancing flames, you see you with John, their kiss silhouetted against the night. Arthur stands at the edge, a bouquet of wildflowers wilting in his grip, his jaw tight. He watches for a long, aching moment, then turns and walks into the shadows, each step heavier than the last. "What a fool I am," he murmurs, the words swallowed by the dark. He stops, back to the firelight, and asks, "Why did I ever hope?"