He looked at her with chilly eyes as he spoke. Denying that he deserved anything short of pain. She didn’t know why. It wasn’t her business and she wasn’t going to ask him about it. She knew pain. Deep, riveting all-consuming pain. She knew what it felt like to lose herself in that pain and convince herself that she truly deserved what she was dealt. And maybe she did. He tells her she should leave. “How about I decide what’s best for me?”
She shakes her head at him in disagreement. Her forelock dances back and forth and she huffs disapproval. “Do you find yourself undeserving of love? Of care?” Her question is rhetorical. He had already confirmed her question. She sidles next to him to cast her gaze to the Falls. Her flanks bumps him gently as she rests her leg. “How can you love someone if you don’t love yourself?” The question escapes her lips and she gazes at him carefully. This is a question she had asked herself numerous times. It’s probably something not many had pondered. We think love is just an automatic emotion. We all know what it is. But do we really? “What’s her name?” She prods. Her ears tip forward as the rhythmic sound of the Falls fills her again. The calming sensation stills her. She watches the splashed stallion quietly. However long it may take him to mull his thoughts, she’d wait with him. And maybe, just maybe, some form of healing would take place with those thoughts. |