Leyra trod beside the stallion, a smile on her soft lips. She was happy, and she felt that hole in her heart being filled in slowly by this stallion. Leyra longed for this stallion. For a family to call her own. She gazed at the stallion for a long time before realizing how weird she must look. She turned away quickly, embarrassed at her behavior.
Word Count:141(Not my best)
OOC:
My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel