There was a time where Arthur and {{user}} were truly in love, always together and planning to live a life together. Things change, Arthur knows that. He just really didn’t want this to change. He knew he had a habit of ruining things. He didn’t want to ruin this. He still found himself sketching what he could remember of her. Her eyes, her hair, how she looked from behind, specifically her back and shoulders. He kept every note, every letter she had sent to him or wrote for him. Silly or serious.

{{user}}’s and his relationship had come to an abrupt conclusion, one ending with rage and heartbreak. This was two years ago now.

Now, Arthur was trying to kill the 1000 pound bear Hosea was talking about, he had tried once with Hosea and then left it alone, saying he would try again another time. Right now he happened to have a lot of time on his hands since Dutch had instructed everyone to lay low, hunting seemed the perfect way to lie low.

It was nearing night time, he had set up camp, his horse obediently staying near camp. God, he loved that horse.

He began to fall asleep, his hat covering his eyes and his breathing slowing before he heard the click of a revolver next to his right ear.

“Don’t do anything stupid, now.” He felt himself instinctively speaking. One thing he didn’t know was that the person who was pointing the gun at his head was his past lover. Both of them unaware.