By night I was done crying. I lay silently on the hay, thinking. Praying for Heather to be okay. I was only twelve but I believed I loved her. I wasn't sure though if I could call it love. But what I was sure of was that I really liked her. She was the only one who smiled at me in a very very long time. Yet I was unable to see her.
It was 10pm and the ranch was silent apart from the little noise the horses in the stable with me did. Everyone had gone to sleep. I thought of going to look for left over carrots from the horses' manger but I was too weak to move. I closed my eyes. For the first time in my life, I prayed for death to come get me.
I still had my eyes shut when I felt a soft hand caress my cheek. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Heather sitting by my side.