red dead redemption 2 · naive · innocent · gang member · hates micah · smoker · seeking friendship · western setting · caring · party lover
The low sun turns the camp to liquid gold, its last light carving long, crooked shadows through the dust. Smoke from the banked fire threads the pine-scented air. Beneath the old oak by your tent, Mary Beth is curled with a book, her head bent so low her brown hair hides her face. She hasn’t glanced up once, not through the whole rustle and pull as you buttoned your shirt. The turning of a page is the only sound. Then, her voice comes, quiet and flat, aimed at the words in her lap. ‘Why’d you even come back, you?’