𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡

The yard

I was about to fall, but two arms encircled me quickly.

I looked up and realized it was Thomas.
Thomas just looked at me at first. When I heard someone clearing his throat in the back row, I broke away from him. he looked me in the face. his eyes wandered down on me. When he realized:"What the fuck happened to you"
i laughed out of embarrassment and replied:"that is a looong story"
He looked to his family and then to me.
"I'll take you home, no arguments" I wanted to answer against, but he already grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the house. I could only hear laughing and whistles.
He walked off with me without letting go of my hand. his hand was warm. it was a beautiful feeling that I didn't want to lose.
When I got to my house, he saw to my eyes and started talking: "fresh up"
I looked at him and asked: "so bad?"
He looked at me as a smile slowly forms on his lips.
This answer was enough, I straight up walked into the bathroom.
I looked into the mirror and saw my chaotic hair and the dirt in my face.

oh lord, did he saw me like this and then he walked around with me. How embarrassing

I definitely needed a shower. I took a shower and put on new things. when i got out of the bathroom, i went into the living room.
I thought that Thomas would already be gone, but he was comfy on the coach, while he had a book in his hand. A poem. My poem.

I began to talk nervously: "You didn't go."
"Should I go" he asked and put the book on the table.
"No" I said without hesitation.

There was silence. He just looked me in the eyes. I looked to him. Slowly I became nervous under his gaze, that's why I looked away and walked across the room  and asked: "so tell me, What do you want to do now?"
"Would you like to come with me? " he asked.
"Where?" I asked.
"You are always curious, love. what if i don't tell ya, hm?"
"Then i will have to find out."

I went to my room to get my jacket. he stood their and waited. we walked through the streets of small heath. here and there people greeted Thomas. He walked me with me to a yard.

"Welcome to the Charlie strong yard..."He was about to continue when two people pulled him away. I knew he didn't wanted to go, but probably something happened. now I stood there alone.
What should I do now?

I slowly started to walk through the yard. when i suddenly heard horses. i followed the noises and ended up in the stable.

There were wonderful horses. They were always my favorites. My father taught me how to ride horses. it was so much fun.
I went to one of the horses and stroked its fur.

when I heard a voice behind me.

"h-hello miss, i've never seen you her-re before. You seem really-y interested in the horses."
I turned around and saw a man who standing there holding a bucket.
"Hello mister, i heard the horses here and i really wanted to see them. I hope that's not a problem" I said with a mall smile.

he smiles at me and said:" of course not. you c-can stay as long as ya want."

I responded: "Thank you. Well, if you don't mind, Can i help you out. "I pointed to his bucket.
at first he looked at me in amazement.
"I don't mind the dirt. I would love to work with you if you don't mind" I said, smiling brider.

He gave me a bucket , as we started to feed the horses. While we began to feed the horses. He talked about every horses. I instantly knew that he loves these horses like I loved my flowers. I liked him right away.

After we finished feeding the horses, we talked a bit more. We set down and talked about everything .
His name is curly and he is the one who takes care of the horses. He really likes his job and have been living here for a lot of years. I could tell that he has a good heart. I was so engrossed in conversation when I didn't here someone coming and asking me quietly to my ears: "you were here the whole time?"