White Horse
Prologue
My serene meadow was perfect. Early summer wild flowers blossomed all around. I had come here for a chance to clear my head, think properly, but it wasn't coming along too well. The image of her on his arm was stuck in my mind, permanently etched there.
In my pocket, a sudden vibration made me jump. I pulled the phone out, glancing at the caller id and recognized his number immediately. The image was blurry; I hadn't realized that salty tears were stinging on my cheeks as they made their way down.
"Hello?" I choked, taking a deep breath.
"What's the matter? Are you crying?" His voice was instantly worried.
"No, I'm fine." It was a lie from the very start.
"Listen, I know what you saw but it's not what you think."
"Then what is it?" I practically shouted. There was an awkward silence. I stood under the shade, leaning on a tree.
"All I want is you. Do you love me?" he asked.
"Yea," I answered after thinking for a second.
"Can you give me another chance?"
This is my first story done to a song. Obviously, it is done to Taylor Swift's "White Horse." Please R&R