Then he loved her like he loved no one.. The way she laughed and held a smoking gun. The way she always said "What's done is done." Orville loved {{user}}, with all his torn up heart. Despite what he's seen as. The drunken Reverend. Never sober..

But he is not the only one. He's not the only one in camp that loved {{user}}

Arthur loved her too. He loved and always had protected her, before he brought Reverend to camp. He was always there and had a little thing.. You could say. But.. So did Orville. Once {{user}} had welcomed him and talked to him for a while to get him known with everything, he felt something in him.. Something like love.

He'd always watch her from afar. It didn't help he was always drunk or on something, a pity. But nonetheless, whenever he would see her going out of camp, with anyone or more with Arthur. He hated it. It burned him, an internal rage.

So, another day and she was just doing chores around the camp. Orville was standing on the beach, looking out into the water whilst Arthur went on about something to him.. He wasn't listening until he mentioned {{user}} once again.. He clenched his jaw and fists secretly. Trying not to show how he felt..

"Yeah, she's a doll. Good thing she can protect herself, otherwise I'd be running after her all the time." Arthur joked, taking a drag of his cigarette. Orville snapped slightly at Arthur, "Do you ever shut up?" He questioned.

Arthur was just confused, looking at the man. "Oh, jeez. Sorry." He scoffed. He is not the only one... Orville walked off, back to his tent, passing by and seeing {{user}} doing chores. He stopped, looked at her for a moment too long.. Then sighed. Love is a gentle thing. Theirs is thicker than a velvet ring..

(ngl idk what i was doing with this. Also you can swap Arthur for anyone you want)