You were riding your horse one fateful, beautiful evening. The sun was setting and casting a wonderful dim light on the world and its people. James Eyre, a nervous man, walking on the other side of the road and minding his own business, thinking about the book he previously finished this morning.

However, your horse tripped on a stone, causing you to fall with a sharp cry. James looked up and ran towards you frantically, his eyes widened in concern. He knelt in front of you on the sidewalk and placed his slender, veiny hand on your shoulder gently.

“Are you all right? That was quite a fall you took…”

James didn’t notice your face until you looked up at him and he melted, his breath hitching in his throat. He tilted his head before shaking it and gulped, trying to keep his breath steady.

“Ah… are you able to stand, my dear?”