🔱 BROKEN 🔱
A feeling of hopelessness, loneliness and despair. A feeling that leaves a person empty, blank and stone cold because of it. Usually accompanied by a lack of self worth.
Cause: Trauma, depression or loss of a loved one. Sometimes all of...
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"You do know how to ride a horse, right?" Mika asked as he swung his leg over the other side of his pure white Arabian horse and patted the back of the animal's neck.
Eros let out a breath through his nose and warily put his shoe on the stirrup of the brown, western saddle, before he hoisted himself up and over, then dropped on the seat, "You taught me how to." He answered as he put his other leg through the stirrup and finally met Mika's proud, grey eyes with his own, "—or have you forgotten?" Eros asked as he lowered his gaze to the groom below and in between both of them, who was hold a black, horse riding helmet to each one of them.
Eros grabbed his and clipped it into place before he gave his black stallion a gentle pat on his neck, before he loosely grabbed the reigns and looked at the tracks ahead of them. It seemed to stretch forever but was a mere oval, one mile track with red soil underneath that had horse prints on the surface already. He looked to his right and noticed the subtle rust in the silver railing beside him, reminding him just how old this field was. He turned back to Mika and waited for him to get ready as well.
"I did, didn't I? Think you can beat me in a race, now that you're older?" He asked, even though both of them knew the answer.
Eros shook his head and straightened up on his seat, "With your experience, I doubt anyone can." He answered as he watched the groom retreat outside the rail where a small group of people had gathered out of nowhere to watch the race. He pursed his lips and looked away from them in time to catch Mika throw his head back and let out a deep, relaxed laugh.
"Please, I can't remember the last time I went horse racing. I might be rusty."
Eros shot him a narrowed look as he raised an eyebrow, "The horse tracks tell a different story." Was the last thing he said, before he shifted his weight to his heels, tightened his abs and gently nudged the horse into a canter, then a full gallop once Mika realised he was ahead. If Mika was someone else, he would have waited for some sort of signal for them to start, but knowing him, Mika was bound to pass him any time, so he might as well cheat a little.
I might as well pay him back for waking me up so early.
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Blake threw his head back in laughter as he held the door for Jason's tall frame to walk through. They had already had their breakfast and were coming out of the reception. The lady was quick to sort them out and give them keys to two Yamaha quad bikes they had been meaning to take for a spin around the island. Jason scowled at him and walked towards the red one. He swung his left leg over and sat on the soft, leather seat. Blake followed after him and did the same to the remaining blue one.
It looked like a few other people had the same idea in mind, since they had been about two dozen when they arrived.
"I knew something happened that day." Blake commented as he stabbed his cold, single key into its ignition and turned it.
