She jumped off the horse easily, hitting the ground with hardly a sound. I watched jealously before sliding off my own horse in an undignified manner, narrowly avoiding landing on the ground ass first.
In my mind, she’s always smiling. She never smiled that much in real life, but when she did, it had a way of printing itself into my memory. I told her that I loved her smile a hundred times. I wish I could have told her a hundred more.
I pulled the hat down even lower over my eyes. It was already too big and drooped comically over my ears, but I would rather have any passers-by to think I was merely a slouch, rather than see what I really was.
I sat down at the edge of the group, trying to quietly shift myself among them. The woman next to me glanced in my direction, but I did not hold her attention for more than a second before she was back to the conversation at hand.