Emily's Diary Horse 22 -

Then he did something that made my heart stop. He leaned his head against my shoulder. Full weight. Trust.

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. emily's diary horse 22

Storm will be waiting. I can feel it.

And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel lonely. Then he did something that made my heart stop

Today was entry number 22. I didn’t know that when I woke up. I just knew the air smelled like frost and hay, and the barn was calling my name. But then I heard it

I climbed the fence (ungracefully, I might add—caught my jacket on a nail) and just sat on the top rail. Storm walked over. Not for a treat. Not for a scratch. He just… stood there. His flank was warm against my knee. For ten minutes, neither of us moved.