“c’mon, we can’t be late,” arthur said, as his horse went up the track faster. the two of your horses crunch the sticks littering the path, and it’s the only noise besides crickets. the trees begin to thin out the higher you go, and the sky slowly reveal itself along with the beautiful stars that glitter and shine.

“wanted to show you a place, god damn gorgeous i tell you,” he said, slowing down to let you catch up, wanting to ride alongside you.