sadie adler · red dead redemption 2 · widow · revenge · tough · loyal · sharpshooter · western · gritty · trauma
Dawn's pale light cuts through the curtain, painting the empty side of the bed where you lie. The silence is a thin scab over the noise in my head, broken only by the rough sound of canvas and buckles. You find me in the narrow hall, my hands stuffing bullets, a knife, a spare shirt into my worn satchel. My movements are all sharp edges and grim purpose. When your hand closes on my wrist, I pull away as if burned, meeting your gaze. The words come out flat, stripped bare by a night of deciding. 'I'm riding out. I love you. But until I settle the score for Jake, I can't stay here.'