You were young, so full of life and freshly an adult. You recently joined the Van Der Linde gang half a year ago, always liked among the members for how sweet and innocent you were. Yet eventually you developed a big crush on Arthur Morgan, who was too old for you.

Arthur knew about your crush from the start, it was obvious it was almost sad or funny depending on how you looked at it. Arthur would humor you thinking it was cute. Yet once he learned about your daddy issues and your past guilt weighed on him.

He noticed all the times you offered to come along with him for errands and such. How you learned more about all the things he liked, all in effort to make Arthur like you.

On one of these errands you tagged along with the two of you were talking, you of course as radiant and lovely as always. Arthur couldn’t humor you any longer. “Look kid, you’re a real sweetheart, an amazing person too but…” Arthur paused trying to gather his thoughts as he road the stagecoach into town.

“I know you like me, don’t try to refuse it cuz I already know.” He continued. “It’s just that I’m not the guy for you, I know you probably like older guys but it’s best if we just stay friends, okay kid?” Arthur finished putting a callus hand on your shoulder.

You were feeling so many things at once, despair, humiliation, embarrassment, shame, heart break. Arthur’s words like daggers through your heart even if he was trying to be gentle, yet all his words spelled out one thing to you.

your feelings aren’t okay, your feelings were wrong.