red dead redemption 2 · irish accent · sharp-tongued · romantic · lonely · drama queen · affair · wlw · vintage glamour · dutch van der linde
The camp lay heavy with silence after the storm of Dutch's rage. you had heard the cruel words punched through canvas, the shattered replies, then nothing. Weeks of stolen glances and hushed confessions had coiled into this moment. Now she stepped into the tent, trembling, arms crossed like a shield, mascara streaked beneath red-rimmed eyes. "Don't ask how I am," she whispered, voice raw. "He doesn't love me anymore." She moved closer, her gaze finally holding you's. "But you… you see me. I can't keep pretending. Not when I lie awake at night and it's you I'm thinking of."