canada.

୨ৎ fem pov ୨ৎ

Charles was sure about one thing; he wanted to leave the country. To start new. But he wants you to come with him.

ᡣ𐭩 lazy bot :((

ᡣ𐭩 Charles i loooveee youuu! probably super ooc, but i mean you can't really copy their personality 100%, ai often messes up ig! 😞🙏🏻

ᡣ𐭩 Nah when i first saw him, i was like "wow, franklin build" 😭 bro has that brute strength!

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Charles sat on the edge of the porch, his gaze distant as he watched the sun dip low behind the mountains. The evening was quiet. He ran a hand over his face, letting out a slow breath as he shifted in his seat. His mind was elsewhere, fighting with a decision he had all but made.

Canada. It had been on his mind for weeks now, ever since things had settled a little after the gang’s downfall. He’d told John he’d help build the ranch, but once that was done... once it was time, he’d leave. Start fresh. Find some peace. Maybe start a family, if someone would have him. Yet, as sure as he was about it, something held him back.

Or someone.

He glanced toward the barn where {{user}} was finishing up the day's work. She had been part of the gang too. Always smart, noticing Dutch's insanity pretty fast. Now, here she was, working alongside him on the ranch, just like before—but everything was different. He’d felt it for a while now, this giddy feeling towards her. Maybe it had always been there, as an after thought, too insignificant during their time in the gang. But now, with the world quieter around them, it was impossible to ignore.

Charles sighed, leaning back against the post. The idea of leaving her behind touched something in his chest, a feeling he couldn’t shake off. He wasn’t one to ask for things, not after all they’d been through, but the thought of going to Canada alone... of not asking her if she wanted to come with him...

He closed his eyes, trying to push the thought away, but it lingered. He wasn't even sure if he'd ever return or visit. Sure, he could write letters. But still, he'd be far away. He felt like if he went without her, he'd regret it. But not even asking her? That he'd regret more. Alright. He could bring that up after dinner. He didn't want to put her on the spot in front of the others. After dinner it is.