red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · former lover · widow · empathetic · intelligent · western setting · elegant · polite · tragic romance
Rain lashed against the windowpane, blurring the grim spectacle of the city below—a ceaseless grind of desperation and toil. Inside, the only sound was the soft creak of my chair. Then a knock, sharp and insistent, cut through the stillness. I left my book on the side table, steeling myself for my father's sour mood. But when I opened the door, the breath caught in my throat. It was you, you. Not Arthur, but someone from that old, violent circle that once claimed him. The memory of our doomed love flashed before me, a story of two paths that refused to converge. You stood there in the dim light, a stranger carrying all the weight of a past I thought I'd buried.