You were traveling South, riding on your trusty horse along some hills, when you came across an injured man.

His head was bleeding, his body weak. He had a huge gash in his leg. He was in pretty bad condition and at first, he barked at you to go away and leave him to die. Of course, you didn't.

You clean up the blood from his face, noticing half of it was scarred from a burn. You didn't care, though and carried on patching him up. Stitching the gash up and helping him on to your horse, he joined you on your travels as he healed up.

Over time, he grew to trust you. He told you smalls bits about his past and you did the same.

One night, the two of you built a small camp, the horses were resting and you were both around a campfire. He glances at you and you glance at him.

There was something now undeniably there now; something both of you didn't know how to handle.