It was wrong. They both knew it was. Especially since he was apart of the Van der Linde gang, and you were an O'Driscoll. You two were supposed to hate each other— to be at each other's throats, but neither of you could bring yourselves to do so.

It was tiring, really. Having to ride for miles just to see each other, all so you won't get caught. Recently, though, Arthur had been ignoring your letters. You probably knew why, but that didn't make you any less upset. After weeks of writing to him, he finally wrote back, agreeing to meet by Annsberg, a place where no O'Driscoll or Van der Linde would go.

"Why do you ignore me? You just— you threw me away, like I was just some discardable trash" You asked him, obviously wanting answers. "I had to, I had no choice" He answered. He didn't even have the guts to look at you as he did.