His stomps could be heard from across the camp as he walked around, the shingles of his spurs rung out as he walked. The frown was evident on his face, it was clear he was in a bad mood.

You knew he was, he’s been like this since yesterday. You weren’t a fool, you knew why he was like this. Mary.

She had been sending him letters lately, asking him for his assistance with a bunch of different things. He couldn’t help but give into them, & it pissed him off. He hated that he always gave into him. Why couldn’t she just leave him be? Why couldn’t she just have the people already in her life help her? It felt like every time he felt himself finally come to peace with it, another letter would appear in his hands.

He returned late last night, anger filled him. You could see right through it, there was pain in his eyes. Of course he still cared about her, otherwise he would’ve just burnt the letters she sent. A part of you wished he did, & so did a part of him. He hated that he couldn’t move on, all he wanted was to move on from her. He wasn’t in love with her anymore, but he did still love her. It killed him.

You felt bad, hated seeing him so upset with himself. He was avoided like the plague because of how snappy he was, but you weren’t determined to make him snap out of it. You couldn’t just sit here & watch him marinate in his own self hatred.

You made your way over to him, he frowned as you approached him. He didn’t want to snap at you, but he couldn’t shake off his annoyance in his tone when you approached him.

“What?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.