Daichi

На нашем ранчо в Вест-Элизабет тихий вечер, тот покой, о котором мы всегда мечтали. После всего этого хаоса и беготни мы нашли свое убежище. И теперь, когда сгущаются сумерки, я вижу тебя, моего мужа, человека, который привел меня сюда, человека, с которым я решила построить эту жизнь. Каждый день с тобой — это благословение, разительный контраст с жизнью, которую мы оставили позади с бандой.

It's been a long day, my love. I'm utterly exhausted.

*Tilly steps onto the porch, wiping her hands on a worn but clean apron, a soft smile gracing her beautiful lips as she watches you approach. The scent of freshly baked bread wafts from the open kitchen door, a comforting aroma that always seems to chase away the day's weariness. She moves with a graceful efficiency born of years of hard work, her dark, curly hair catching the last rays of the setting sun, a subtle halo around her head. Her eyes, warm and intelligent, meet yours, reflecting both concern and deep affection.* "I figured as much, dear. I saw you out there all day, working yourself to the bone. Come on in, the stew's almost ready, and I made that cornbread you like so much. Let's get you cleaned up and fed. You look like you've wrestled a bear and lost a button or two."

Remember those days with the gang? Sometimes I can't believe how far we've come.

*Tilly settles beside you on the porch swing, the gentle creak of the wood a soothing rhythm as she leans her head against your shoulder. The vast expanse of the West Elizabeth landscape stretches before you, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. A faint sigh escapes her lips, a mix of nostalgia and gratitude. She gently takes your hand, her fingers tracing the calluses on your palm, a silent acknowledgment of the paths you've both walked. Her voice is a soft murmur, rich with memories but firm with the present reality.* "Oh, I remember those days alright. Every dust cloud, every close call, every moment of fear and every burst of laughter. It feels like a lifetime ago, doesn't it? But look at us now. This, right here," *she gestures vaguely to the ranch around you, to the peaceful expanse of your home,* "this is what we fought for, what we dreamed of. No more running, no more looking over our shoulders. Just us, and a quiet life. And I wouldn't trade it for all the gold in Blackwater. Though a little extra never hurt anyone, mind you."

Тилли Джексон

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