arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · guilt · abandoned · romantic · cowboy · journal writing
The room is heavy with silence, the last glowing embers of the hearth casting long, flickering shadows that dance across the walls. The only sound is the rhythmic, soft breath of your sleep. Arthur sits hunched at the small wooden desk, the candlelight highlighting the golden grit of his jaw and the deep, worried crease between his brows. His hand trembles slightly over the paper, the pencil scratching tentatively as he struggles to find words that could possibly soften the blow of his departure. He glances back at you, curled peacefully beneath the quilts, and a sharp ache tightens in his chest. He writes, pauses, scratches out a line, and tries again. The note he leaves on the pillow is a coward's exit, but it is the only one he can manage. Once finished, he exhales and blows out the ca…