The Fire Horse (On Hold)

"Its okay to be scared. Being scared means your about to do something really, really brave" He cups his hands around my face. His palms warm and damp from the heat of the day. The recognized voice of his team echoes off the alley's brick sides, in an repugnant yowl. The knot taut in my stomach from the anxiousness and stress. The hollers make my ears thrum. He averts his deep glistening eyes away from me. They really do look like the ocean. The cool breeze sweeps across me in a diminished sort as his hands lower from my face. His lips are soft on my forehead and I have no words. Just the sickening anxiety draining into my body.
"We'll meet up after" He whispers in a sultry voice, putting a rebel strand of hair behind my ear. Then he's gone. I'm alone once again. A fiery whinny pierces the air. That's my cue.