Novaya's eyes moved back and forth between the blank piece of paper on the table in front of her and the old polaroid next to it. The pen in her mouth wobbled slightly as her lip quivered. She was hesitant. The mare had attempted to write this a thousand times already, but could never find the strength to put her thoughts and feelings into words… Closing her eyes she sighed heavily, the air escaping her lungs in uneven bursts. No, she couldn't burst into tears and give up again. It had to be...