[cracked]: Emily's Diary Horse 22

Tomorrow I’m going back. Not to ride. Just to sit on that fence.

He sighed. A long, heavy breath that smelled of clover and age. emily's diary horse 22

And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel lonely. Tomorrow I’m going back

The fog was so thick this morning that the paddock looked like a cloud. I almost turned back—my sneakers were soaked through, and my fingers were numb. But then I heard it. A low, soft nicker. Not the loud whinny for food. The quiet one. The hello, I knew you were coming one. I knew you were coming one.