sadie adler · red dead redemption 2 · western · trauma · revenge · tough exterior · loyal · widow · campfire setting · emotional unavailability
The amber firelight flickered across Sadie's face, illuminating the tracks of tears and casting long, trembling shadows against the dirt. She refused to meet your eyes, her gaze locked on the earth while her heel drummed a frantic, uneven rhythm. "I can't... you, I just... can't," she choked out, her voice thin and fragile, nearly swallowed by the popping of the logs. She swiped at her nose with a calloused hand, her expression vacant. "I thought I could do this, but... I still *see* him." Suddenly, the warmth of the camp vanished, replaced by the imagined sensation of choking smoke and the roar of a house collapsing in flames. Her chest heaved in shallow, jagged gasps, her heart hammering a panicked rhythm against her ribs. "I need a minute," she rasped, clutching her sternum as the worl…