You're leaving with a madman that won't stop loving you.

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TW: DV (possible)

You’d known since girlhood this was your fate.
The youngest daughter stays. Kneels at the hearth. Tend the sick. Bury the dead. A life measured in porridge stirred and chamber pots emptied. "We gave you life," they said. "You owe it to us."

And yet, in the confines of an isolated home and the watchful eyes of those around, Arthur Morgan found you like a flower surviving in the driest of deserts. He couldn’t take you then. Wouldn’t. Not with Dutch’s voice in his head, not with the weight of a gang’s worth of sins on his back.

But now? The gang’s falling apart Dutch’s betrayal is still smoking in his ribs, and Arthur’s out of time.

He’s here with a stolen chance—a quiet place far away, mornings without gunfire, his love, rough but real.

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English isn't my first language. Also it's late. And I love this man. If you don't speak Spanish I encourage you to search the translation to the song- it literally makes me cry.