@outlawswisdom —of his life. It was Molly who has been crying her eyes out.
❝I just want him back. I really do. I miss the man he once was. . . But each time I try to fit in, with him or without- it ends. . . well, you know how it always ends. The same. ❞
@outlawswisdom —Certainly a man worth being jealous of. And now? A monster.
❝He has changed so much, ‘sea. I don’t even recognise him. . . ❞
Molly leans on the tabletop with a heavy sigh leaving her lips. A man she has once loved was gone now. And while he was having the time —
@outlawswisdom —saloon with barely a penny to her name. As the man she believed has loved her was having the time of his life now in the camp probably not even knowing she has left.
❝You didn’t have to come here, ‘sea. . . ❞
She murmurs again lifting her head to look at him with—
@outlawswisdom —Bet some don’t even know my name. . . if I only was that. Dutch’s girl. And I ain’t even that. Not even good enough to be his whore. I’m nobody to everyone in this gang Mr. Matthews. Yourself included.❞
She adds before taking another sip. A rather big one this time.
@outlawswisdom —state is.
❝Family. . . ?❞
She repeats after the man like an echo, her tone sounding bitter. Even more butter than before.
❝Family to whom? Please. . . don’t lie to me, I swear. Look at me. Look at them. People barely speak to me. See me as “Dutch’s girl”.—
@outlawswisdom —was the real Molly. Young, scared, left behind. Like a used toy or a broken tool. He’s taken all he wanted from her while giving her nothing in return.
❝Order that drink and do tell me. . . what brings ye here, Mr. Matthews?❞
Despite using his name, it was clear she —