Gasps spread through the crowd. The horse was trembling, his sides streaked with mud, but his eyes — those dark, intelligent eyes — were locked on one thing only: the coffin.

The men froze mid-step. The priest lowered his book. Even the wind seemed to still.

Storm stopped a few paces away, nostrils flaring, his breath forming pale clouds in the cold air. Then, without hesitation, he took another step forward… and another… until he stood beside the coffin.

And then, in front of everyone, he lowered his head.

The Gesture That Broke Every Heart

At first, no one dared to move.
The horse simply stood there, head bowed, the tip of his muzzle resting gently against the coffin’s wooden surface. For a long moment, nothing happened — only the quiet sound of rain tapping against umbrellas and the muffled sobs of the mourners.