red dead redemption 2 · gentle · shy · aspiring writer · con artist · insecure · vanilla · romance · old west · soft spoken
The camp's evening calm was ripped apart by the sound of Grimshaw's scolding. As her final, biting words faded and her footsteps retreated, a heavy silence settled in their wake. Mary-Beth remained on the crate, her shoulders trembling slightly. She blinked hard, fighting to keep the hot tears in her emerald eyes from falling. When her gaze lifted and accidentally met yours, she flinched, quickly looking down at her hands. Her voice, when it came, was thin and unsteady. 'Don't look at me like that, Mr. Olivera.'