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The End of the World | John Marston

A/N: This sht is like the first kind of ff I´ve ever written so be gentle + english isn´t my first language :(

Summary: Things seem to come to an end. The Van der Linde Gang isn´t what it used to be. Everyone seems to be under some kind of pressure, waiting how things will eventually turn out. Between this mess, how can love bloom?

Days at camp have been feeling lonelier than ever. Everyone seems to have a stick up their ass since the boys came back from Guarma. Late at night, I’ve caught myself thinking, wouldn’t it have been better if some of them had just found their end there?

But oh, how I’m happy Arthur is finally back. Arthur... where would we all be now if he weren’t with us anymore? Him and Sadie are two of the strongest people I know. I just hope they both come back safely-

"(Y/n)." Oh, I know that voice... and how I missed it.

"John." I looked him directly in his eyes, maybe even staring. How I missed those eyes. For a moment, we did nothing—no fighting, no bickering. Nothing. The only thing you could hear was the flowing river next to us.

"Aren’t you happy to see me?"

Oh, I definitely am. But I’m sure a certain person would be even happier to have you back.

"Yeah, definitely. A good-for-nothing who does nothing around here, finally being back. Aren’t I the luckiest woman in the world?" He shook his head in disbelief, his hands resting on his hips.

"You know, I... I want to be a better man. Being in Sisika gave me a lot of time to think—"

"You? Thinking? Don’t make me laugh. You’re too brain-dead to do something like that. I’m surprised you didn’t break the law of nature by overworking the one brain cell you’ve got."

I really didn’t want to talk to him like that, but in my despair, I just didn’t know what else to say. After we finally got Jack back, things suddenly changed in John. He wanted to sleep with Jack and Abigail in one room, like a real family.

Needless to say, I was jealous. In my defense, John and I had gotten very close after he left the gang for a year. We acted just like a couple, but there was always something between us—his not-so-serious role as a father and his almost non-existent relationship with Abigail. But we both loved each other dearly, right?

"(Y/n)... please, just let me finish, alright? Lend me your ear for just a minute, won’t you?"

I said nothing. He took a deep breath and came a step closer to me. I couldn’t bear it anymore.

"(Y/n), I hope you know that when I’m with you, I’m the happiest man alive. But things can’t go on like this. All of this," he gestures around, at the river, the camp, and at me, "isn’t going to last forever. I realized that. And because of that, I’ve been thinking about the future, about our future. And I... just... honestly... I can’t imagine us growing old together."

He took another breath. "With me having Jack and Abigail, I just... I can’t..."

Oh, how I wanted to scream at him, yell at him for even thinking like that. How things will turn out fine, like they always do. That we’ll find a way. But that isn’t how I feel about this situation at all. I understood him, because I’d been thinking the same thing. I knew things would come to an end—the gang, us. But so soon?

"I understand. I don’t want to stand in the way of you and your family, John. Please, take care of Jack and Abigail. They should be your biggest priority in life. Treat them well. Abigail is a fantastic woman, and Jack is such a sweet little boy." I shook my head, fighting to keep my tears hidden. "Don’t you dare hurt them."

He didn’t say anything. Hell, he didn’t even look at me.

I could feel my tears swelling in my eyes. No words were said. No looks exchanged. Nothing. I started walking down the path that led to the camp. I turned around one last time, just to see him turn his back to me, looking at his feet. I sighed as I continued my way, wondering what I should do now. But in the back of my mind, I knew exactly what to do.

That night, I packed my things and left. Riding wherever the path would lead me.

I left nothing behind except a piece of my heart that I’ll never get back.

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