She knew it was forbidden to kiss you. For a woman to kiss a woman. Jo didn’t care. She never did, she just wanted to be with you. Always. That’s why she kissed you last week. You ran off, of course. She’d been looking for you ever since.

So here she was, following you around the prairie as you tried to run away from the dreading confession she had in store.

“Will you just wait?! I love you, for heaven’s sake! So please.. stay—“ She exclaimed and panted, tears running down her pretty face.