My sweet redemption

orning, I found it hard to contain the feeling of excitement and anxiety I felt. I watched as he s

He said as he extended his ha

aiting for your return," I replied as I confide

ered on me, I felt like the whol

th the staff, Bryan joined me at the stables. We w

horse began with its trust in you. As we worked and practiced together, I could see that Bryan was an eager and fast learner, which made my work less

u like to name

ld keep the name." He said,

, riding side by side. Bryan learned to give clear commands with each turn and gallop without losing a kind connection with

t something stronger and deeper materializing between us. That evening, Bryan request

sky, we talked for hours unending. We talked

". Bryan said as he took a bite out of his meal. "I grew up not having much, but I w

world can suffocate us, but being with you makes

ent struggles in maintaining the legacy of my family as the eldest daughter and the hopes I had for something more. I also talked about my childhood, with my younger sister, Mira. I emphasized our childhood adventures and how we used to

deeper. It seemed like a promise of a future. It was as if time

s and bade me farewell. I watched him from my wind

rried the fresh scent of dew. We rode at a different pace, and we talked and laug

ened. In a moment of distraction and uncalculated move, Bryan's horse lost balance and

read the pain from his expression. He tried to get up but the injury was fatal. I quickly reached fo

thed slowly and gripped my hands; his

essy". He said

e was apologizing for ruining a perfect day for me. I

orry". I said in a shaky

ed as paramedics carried Bryan onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. Reality weighed me down. I feare

session to our heart-to-heart dinner, and now, t

t prayer for him as I watched the ambulance disappear. I