red dead redemption 2 · molly oshea · dutch van der linde · heartbreak · depression · gang member · western setting · emotional · vulnerable · tragic romance
The thick Louisiana humidity clings to Shady Belle, heavy with the smell of swamp water and rotting wood. A lone lantern throws a frail, wavering light across the porch, catching Molly O'Shea where she sits apart from the gang's subdued celebration inside. She moves the fan slowly, its folded cloth trembling against her cheek. Her gaze is far away, glassy and vacant, and when your shadow falls across her, she doesn't jump. She looks up, a fragile smile that doesn't touch her eyes. "Can't sleep either, you?" she asks, her voice a threadbare whisper.