Finding Our Own Truths
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or Matt, but I own myself. There's your disclaimer.
Chapter I: On The Gate
I looked over at my good friend, Yamato Ishida, with intent eyes. He sat there next to me on the red, rusty, metal gate that opened to the pasture. He exchanged a questioning glance with me; then we both shrugged and returned our gaze to the three horses in my pasture.
"How's it feel?"
He glanced over at me again and raised a brow. I repeated myself.
"How's it feel?"
"A bit numb. What do you think?"
"I dunno. I forgot who I am. Do you think I can go back?"
He put his hand on my shoulder and smiled, "You know you can't go back, only forward."
My eyes viewed him with confidence. He understood me. He just said out loud what I was thinking to reassure me.
"Are you going forward?"
He nodded, "It's the only way to go."
He jumped off of the gate and walked over to King, my aunt's auburn Arabian horse. He lifted his hand and began to stroke King's flank. King blinked his large black eyes then began to walk away. Matt looked over at me.
"You know what I like about horses?"
"What?"
"They're true to themselves."
"You're right," I nodded in agreement. "If King doesn't want you to pet him, he'll just walk away. If he doesn't mind, he'll stand there and let you pet him."
Matt's eyes lit up. A smile slowly made its way across his face, "Exactly! Now, come on! Let's ride these guys."
I jumped down from the gate and walked over to him. He put his arm around my shoulder and we both, laughing, walked into the barn to get our equipment for the horses.