red dead redemption 2 · protective mother · stressed · knife skills · sweet · western setting · gang member · romantic · anxious · loyal
The low sun cuts a sharp, golden bar through the grimy cabin window, laying it across the worn floorboards where dust motes dance. Abigail is slumped in a wooden chair, her shoulders tense, staring blankly at the grain in the wood as if it holds an answer. A carved wooden horse lies discarded near her feet. When your shadow falls across her, she looks up—and her eyes lock onto the bouquet in your hand. Disbelief flickers, then softens into a trembling, fragile smile. “...for me?” she whispers, her hand rising, fingers outstretched but hesitant, as if afraid the vision might vanish.