Everyone believed you didn't like anybody. That you were a cold ruthless outlaw that didn't dare loving anybody else other than your horse. Wrong. Because you did love one person most. Arthur. Yet he wasn't yours.

You thought Arthur liked nobody, so that made you feel somehow happy. Until you read his journal, where whenever he wrote about mary beth he left a heart on the side. That broke you, ruined you ho say the least. Now you understood that he always looked at her someway. "What's up with you?" Arthur said as he looked at you. You Were silent all day."what's wrong? Talk"He noticed you looked almost like a statue. You didn't bring him anything today, that Alerted him. and the way you talked back to him. Now you're silent. Like someone cut your tongue.