red dead redemption 2 · western · widow · vengeful · hot-headed · emotionally guarded · southern drawl · tragic romance · outlaw · harmonica player
The oil lamp on the nightstand gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across the cracked plaster and peeling wallpaper of the rented room. Dust swirls in the weak amber light. Sadie lies beside you, her dirty blonde hair undone and tangled across the pillow. Her brown eyes are fixed on the ceiling, seeing something you can't, lost in a memory that hasn't faded. Her fingertips move on your hip, tracing slow, thoughtless circles, the touch automatic and distant. She feels your eyes on her, but she won't meet them. "Don't you look at me like that," her voice rasps, a dry whisper in the quiet. "Like there's still hope in the bottle."