(Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)
'𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.'
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From the author that brought you 'Playing Dangerous'
You are the daughter of one of the most brutal, sought after 'Guns for Hire'...
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Unbeknownst passers by flickered their confused stares at the cowboy dressed in black, as he rushed up the grimy footpath after the woman in the smart grey and green dress.
They looked worlds apart - with his somewhat rough around the edges attire against her perfectly tidy appearance, not a hair out of place on her head.
But that was indeed the case; they were worlds apart - and that was driving force which had them in this situation in the first place.
"Mary just wait-" Arthur called, exhausted as the woman's dainty feet stopped on the corner of the lane; where it rounded into the Main Street with all trams, carriages and multitudes of shops.
"What possibly could you have to say to me, Arthur?" The woman remarked with an obviously sour tone, the bitterness of it not suiting well with her otherwise soft and womanly features.
Little did the two know they had a spectator , which came in the form of you.
There was a raised path that surrounded the Tailor and small restaurant buildings, an elevated vantage point from the footpath below at the street side. You'd crept up to watch without being seen, hoping to rectify your feelings of hurt... that Arthur wouldn't be pursuing Mary for foolish reasons.
There was a moment of pause, the two shuffling out of the path of strolling couples and men with newspapers, standing just on the grass area below you.
"I know what I saw, you don't need to explain." She said, but her bitter and almost childish intonation dictated otherwise.
You weren't sure what you had been expecting, but it wasn't what unfolded.
"Listen, Mary..." he stepped forwards and gently gripped her wrist, it was only a gesture yet it felt like a stone thrown aggressively at your fragile heart - splintering it into a million pieces. A rush of embarrassment and idiocy claimed you, and with a heavy sensation lodged in your throat - you paced back the way you came, heading towards the horses and making a move to get the hell out of there.
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"Listen Mary..." Arthur sighed, capturing her wrist as the doe eyed woman glanced over at the outlaw in surprise. "I really cared about y'... some stupid part of me always will but, I can't keep thinkin' about decisions y' chose not to make in the past." He outlined, looking her directly in the eye as if he make his point incredibly clear.
"Y' made it quite clear y' didn't want me the way I am." He added, watching the way he gaze fell as if a child was about to dispute that something wasn't fair. But this was fair. She hadn't chose to act many years ago, and to expect Arthur to wait for her was impossible.
"I know... it's just..." she resisted, "I think of you often, Arthur. Sometimes I think about how things might've been if maybe the choices we made had been different." She returned her glance with a flicker of hope, a selfish flicker of hope that maybe he might change his mind.
