she jolts from the feeling of something on her, huffing when she sees a familiar face. calloused fingers move from her holstered gun, and instead curl around the discarded hat. the softest of sounds don’t go unnoticed with the widow.
“ christ— coulda killed ya . . “ is
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𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑙𝑎𝑤 rests against a log , head resting on bundled up blanket . worn out hat covers 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 face as soft breaths leave chapped lips , 𝗱𝗼𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳𝗳 . .
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when i thought you died, my heart did too. i pulled it out of my chest and buried it six feet under, hoping it could find you once again.
















