"Will, Will! Are you here today?" her voice rang through the empty, cold blacksmith shop.
It wasn't until she looked up from her book, that she realized everything was gone. His tools, his desk, his chair……… his laugh, his smile and him. She searched around frantically trying to find dime trace of him. There was none. She began to weep uncontrollably for her best friend. Letting her book drop from her hand. She tried to remember every intricate detail about him. His golden brown hair, brown eyes, chiselled body, his defined face and the way his cheeks formed dimples when he smiled. She felt so sad. Her weeping turned into sobbing.
'Creak', the door opened
She threw her back, having her luscious brown locks whip into her face.
"What in the name of hells corset happened?" it was her best friend.
Well the other one. She watched as her tall, slim, golden headed friend looked around with wide eyes and an open jaw.
"Ashley, Ash, what's wrong with you…… with this place?" Emily ran towards Ashley, who was frantically sobbing on the floor in foetal position.
Em crouched down beside her best friend. Rubbing her back in a soothing pattern. They remained this way for hours. Not a word spoken between the two.
"He's gone, you know. Everything, anything. Every laugh, every smile, every
memory. Gone." she whispered softly.
"What? What do you mean?" Em questioned cooingly
"Will, Emily! Will's gone!" she yelled with every ounce of her being.
And that was it she lost it. She started shaking uncontrollably.
"Shhhhhhh, shhhhhhh, Ash it will be alright. Trust me."
"trust you!" 'hah', she thought, "You! The one who got us reprimanded by borrowing a carriage from a wedding to go to a tavern, because your feet hurt. That at the age of fifteen. We're are now eighteen, Em, and your logic hasn't very well improved", she retorted.
She could see the hurt on her friend's face. It went from soothing, to mad, to giggly, then to maturity. Ashley wasn't surprised. Em often started out with her feelings, and then replayed the incident in her head. She is so laid back. But when tough comes to tough, she is there with amazing insights.
"Trust him",
True it was only two words, but they cut like a knife through butter. She knew Em was every bit right.
"I'm sorry", Ashley ran across to her friend who had moved to the other side of the shop during her little charade. Emily just embraced her. She didn't need to say 'you're forgiven', because of the way she hugged Ashley back.
Ashley could tell something was coming. Whenever things got in the dump and got better Em had and Idea. Yet she always had a tough time figuring out one of Em's wacky ideas before she had told her. And here it was,
"Let's find him. I have a friend who is a merchant sailor. We can be on our way faster than you can say dear Ms. Swann can stuff the upper part of her dress!"
She didn't even have time to think about the truthfulness to that statement. Em had grabbed her elbow yanking her through the door to bring her to the docks. Leaving her book and most of her tears in the dust.