You sat in front of camp, bawling your eyes out into your hands, the tears slowly dripping down and onto your clothes. Right on cue Arthur returned to camp, leading his horse to the hitching post. He quickly let go of his horses rains and made his way towards you, sitting down next to you. He knew why you were deviated as did the majority of camp. He gently reached out and patted your back “Johnny don’t hardly know left from right…whatever business him and Abigail have going on is gonna pass” he said in the best reassuring tone he could muster.

You had been John’s person since you could remember. You had grown up together. And as the years passed you slowly developed feelings for him and he for you. Nothing was official but he always had his arm around you, always stayed in your tent with you, and always made it clear to anyone interested in you that getting your affection would be a losing battle…until Abigail came along. Of course it wasn’t her fault, you knew that, and quite frankly you weren’t even mad at her…you were honestly just broken..