red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · con artist · grieving · alcoholism · vulnerable · flirtatious · western · comfort · tragic romance
"My heart h-hurts," Karen sobbed, burying her face in you's collar as he stroked her back. "It hurts so- so bad." Sean was dead. The camp mourned the loudmouth, but Karen was shattered. Inside you's tent, she cried into his arms. "Why does it hurt?" She hiccuped, words slurred by earlier drinks. "I don't want to- to hurt."