Red String of Fate John Marston X reader

Chapter Two; Start of a Journey

Y/N POV:

I was riding through the forest or, at least what was left of one. Trees were being chopped down left and right animals were dying and life wasn't like what it used to be. I let out a sad sigh remembering the days of old. The days where I used to run with the notorious Van Der Linde gang. Remembering how Dutch's words powered us all. How we were promised fertile lands and a peaceful life as mango farmers in Tahiti. I sighed bringing myself to the present.

"Well, look where I am now Dutch..." I sighed. 

"You bastard, you promised...You told us that there wouldn't be anymore deaths after Jenny..."

I remembered the people that died. Hosea, Sean, Kieran although no one liked him was still sad when he showed up "riding" into camp holding his decapitated head, and...I took a deep breath. the tears began to well up at the thought of the man I had once loved. How he would hold me in his embrace, how he would bring me flowers every time he returned from a mission, how we would lovingly whisper each others names after a passionate night..."Arthur..." I spoke barely above a whisper.

I know that he died in 1899, which was years ago but, because of the way I loved him, his death feels like a fresh wound causing my heart to sting.

I look up to see the now brightening sky, the stars slowly vanishing from sight one by one, the moon slowly sinking below the horizon. 

"Maybe some things aren't meant to be, no matter how much you want it to."

Tears were flowing down my cheeks freely now. The sky ever brightening. The sun rising on a new day. Which happened to be his birthday.

I rode towards Ambarino where I was told that Charles buried Arthur's body. When the cold air began to nip at me, I put on Arthur's old shotgun coat. the navy blue color fading a bit from the years. but otherwise, it was in good condition, still smelled like him, like home. I pushed onward holding back the tears. I reminisced about our first mission together, how we had to get everyone to shelter up in the North of Ambarino. I allowed my mind to drift for a while longer until I reached the grave.  

I hopped off of my horse and upon the cross that read "Blessed are those that hunger and thirst for righteousness", I placed a flower crown made of the same flowers that Arthur held so dear in life. I knelt down in front of it and began to cry all the tears I have been unable to shed from all those years ago.