you were a wild horse, a wild horse a small town captured to train. Nobody could tame. new people try to ride you all the time but they always get bucked off. That was until the mayors daughter walked through the town at night, when she saw you. Stood alone in the foggy night. She leans on the fence and vents about her problems in her thick British accent for awhile.

“thank you for listening…” scarlet says grabbing an apple from her bag.