Valentine looked out, his love of horses and stallions drawing him here in the stables. The eighteen year old hopped upon one of the horses, knowing it was probably against the rules to take a horse, but he needed to at least get a good view of the place via horse galloping.
It was something Valentine enjoyed, running past time itself, enjoying the view of the blurred people passing by. It was something he wanted, to go faster than the rest.
It was something Valentine enjoyed, running past time itself, enjoying the view of the blurred people passing by. It was something he wanted, to go faster than the rest.