Mathilda
B. Shenaniganeven in darkness, she chose to risethe life she was givenshe took my heart filled it with nothing but painforbidden from the beginning i saw her there up there
I pointed at every direction of grasses and it was everywhere, but he just breathed on my hair as a reply.
I showed him the apple. It sat majestically on the middle of my palm and it seemed like a beacon from his face. It had the perfect red cheek, it smelled very fruity, and it was firmed in my grip. It was so fresh that the grumpy horse begged for it.
“You know your apples, huh?”, I sneakily fed it to Rufus. It was a relief that the other horses failed to notice him savoring the fruit selfishly. It was obvious that he was my favorite.