James Roberts
After the death of Amelia and Sarah, life seemed to change drastically. I was alone…they had been my true friends. The ones in which I gave my entire life, my secrets, my hopes and dreams all stayed within our circle. Now that circle was broken and discarded. My heart was full of holes, yet every morning I awoke and gave the day my all. I was a survivor. My parents were set on the idea of me making new friends, or maybe even meeting a nice guy and settling down. That was truly something I wasn't looking for. However, it came as no surprise when my mother announced that a young man would be joining us for dinner. I must admit I wasn't looking forward to the event, but it had been set and I had no choice but to look my best. That evening, entering the dining area wearing a simple blue dress I was greeted by a young dark haired boy. His smile as I entered the room was the first thing to catch my eye, not to mention his elegant looks. I had long known that most men who possessed such attractiveness would once loose that grace as soon as their mouths opened. Amazed was I after the night had ended and the man had proved nothing but truthful and kind words. My parents greatly impressed by the mans charm encouraged me to see him to the door. I agreed, being just as impressed with his etiquette. It again came as no surprise to my parents when the man invited me out for a date. I was gentle and courteous as the man known as James Roberts introduced me to his lifestyle. He was a shop owner, an easy going man who had come to Shistoba in hopes of finding a market for his items. The people became quickly impressed with Mr. Roberts talents of blacksmithing. The swords which embellished his shop came from many various places across the world, although many were too impoverished for his goods, the shop soon became more of a museum for the youngsters. I began to spend my afternoons sitting atop the counter of James's weapon shop as he dealt with his customers who always wanted to haggle over the price of fine craftsmanship. James Roberts became a staple in my life, every morning I would awaken in anticipation of seeing his face again. I became apparent to me that I was not the only one feeling this way when he knelt down before me at Sunday Dinner and proposed! My heart raced and the happy tears spewed forth from my eyes. I was speechless and scaring my folks, however as soon as I had regained my composure I exclaimed a joyous affirmative! Who knew only two days would pass and I'd find myself dying under the very tree in which I said goodbye to my best friends.