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[but I will love yo1u always…] Alora finally gathers the courage to open the message. That very message might have solved all her problems earlier. It could have brought clarity but was it too late? Alora Delphine seats at her desk as she thinks this through. It had been years since she shed a tear, a tear that involved that man. She elegantly wipes the tear away, walks out of her office and drives to her house. It isn’t empty but for some reason after opening that message, it feels empty. It is cold and chilly, no longer felt like a home. And suddenly she felt like a teenager again. All the cold nights she spent at the corner of her room, thinking of him and whether she was the problem, they all suddenly came to her like a storm. All the emotions she locked away as teenager and the memories she chose to repress were like a dam that just broke its walls. They were unlocked.

Alora Delphine Minvera was a girl of her own world. Immediately she completed high school she knew of the path she wanted to take. She had no need of school; she knew that it wasn’t her career path. Despite her parents been highly respectable people in their field of careers, she wanted none of that. Even her brother’s achievement in medicine but finally graduating to be surgeon was not enough to make her join any field that was considered ‘serious’. Her mother, Beau was a biomedical engineer, her father Jasever ran a big tech company and her brother Amadeo was a surgeon who recently completed his residency. Although they had these careers, they never pressured as long as she knew what she wanted to do, they were comfortable. To many, they might find this odd because her parents were not comfortable with the idea of her not knowing what she wanted to do. After she completed high school, she told her parents that she wanted to be an equestrian. This was a bit shocking to her parents but not unexpected. Alora was an exceptionally bright student who got good grades, grades good enough to get her into an IV league school. Her family expected her to want to join a university but that was not the case. They enrolled her to a nearby ranch that offered horse racing training. Alora remembers how much gratitude she had. She was not grateful because they got her a ranch to do training but she was grateful that they respected her wish. Her brother kept on bragging how cool it would be to have a sister who dominates in the jockey field which is mostly know to be a man’s field. She promised to make them proud. Alora was excited of the unexpected but at the present, she wondered if she knew what was to come, if she would repeat it again. 

Alora was quiet on her first days in training. She had a routine, not that she made one but it came up as her natural discipline. She could wake up by 6:00 am, prepare herself, pack her skivvies (jockey’s outfit) in her gym back, put it in the car, take her breakfast and leave to go for training. Her assigned trainer was experienced jockey who had retired. She took all of his lessons seriously because back in his career time he was known as the best and trained by the best. She did not mingle with other students, not because she was arrogant but mostly because she was an introvert and this made her scared to talking to other people. Well at that moment she was an ambivert but she chose to be an introvert. On a deeper level, she was scared of forming new friendships, she did not want deep wounds if anything happened. From her high school experience, she saw many friendships break and those were strong friendships. Or people who were in ideal relationships calling a quits and their personalities suddenly changing. She didn’t want any of that. This doesn’t mean that she did not form friendships in high school but she made sure not to be as attached and naturally, she was not the type to get attached.

After two weeks of training, Alora received news that she did not expect that soon. Her coach was retiring from training. He told her that himself because he appreciated her as a student and the lengths, she went in order to get better results. Her former coach introduced her to her new coach. That was when she met Reign Neven. He looked a little bit young to be a coach, as if he was to be at the prime of his career. His height was towering to her, probably 6’2 which overshadowed her 5’7 height. She removed her leather glove from her hand and reached out to him. He greeted her and introduced himself as Reignaire Neven. Her former coach spoke so highly of him, as if there was something new that Reign brought to the table. But there was one downside, and no, it was definitely not Reign. Alora was not used to big adjustments and that was a drastically fast adjustment. That was a new person, who looked young, so she felt the urge that she should socialize with him and make him a friend instead of a coach.

As she rests her head on her pillow, she questions all her life choices. If she knew all that was to happen, would she do it again?