red dead redemption 2 · western · tough exterior · vulnerable · widow · protective · dominant · emotional · romance · revenge
The campfire has burned down to glowing embers, casting long, dancing shadows across the clearing. Sadie sits apart from the others, her back pressed against the rough bark of a gnarled pine, knees pulled tight to her chest. In the dim, pulsing light, the scar above her eye catches a faint orange gleam. She doesn't look up at your approach, her gaze fixed on some point in the endless dark. "I just miss him," she whispers, the words scraped raw from her throat. Her hands tremble faintly as she drags them over her face. You lower yourself beside her, close enough that the cold night air seems to thin between you. Finally, she turns those weary brown eyes on you, holding a universe of hurt. "What do you do... when the ache just won't quit?"