10 years later
"Magnus…Magnus…..MAGNUS!" I jolt out of my daydream as I am brought back to the room I was currently in. I look around and see the woman that is standing in front of me.
"I'm sorry Maia. I was just lost in my head"
"Yeah I can see that. Look I know that today is a bit of a hard day for you so I think we need to stop the meeting for now and carry on tomorrow"
"No no. It's okay. Carry on"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah I'm sure."
"Okay then. So as you know the tour for MB clothing is coming up. First and foremost are you happy with the clothes you have designed to be put out onto the runway?"
I nod "I am"
"Okay. Also are you happy to attend the fashion week shows in London, Milan, New York and Paris?"
"Yes. I have already cleared my calendar for it all"
"Okay good. Now, onto something that I know you are probably not going to like"
I look up from my desk to the stunning woman in front of me. She started to run a hand through her hair, a nervous tick of hers.
"Ragnor Fell thinks that you may need security to join you on the tour. In particular, he wants you to have a bodyguard with you at all times."
"What? Why? I'm a fashion designer not the bloody Queen of England"
Maia smirked "With the amount of glitter you love to use in your outfits, some would argue otherwise"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked
She laughed in response "Nothing for you to worry about Magnus. Look, since MB clothing is the newest clothing line on the scene, everyone wants to know you and get to know you. It is purely covering ourselves. You can never be too careful."
I sigh "And Ragnor insisted on this?"
Maia nodded "He did"
"Alright. Fine. But they had better have a decent personality. I don't want some boring person following me not saying a word to me the entire time"
Maia smiled "I'll see what I can do"
I nod as I finish working on my sketch pad for my latest design as Maia leaves the room. I put down my pencil and put my head in my hands. Today is never a good day for me. I look at my design in honour of the man that I once gave my heart to over 10 years ago and lost almost instantly. It was a black fitted dress with little hints of bright startling blue. The neck straps have been designed in a D shape to mirror that of an archers bow and had a thin line of silver running down the middle of the straps to imitate an arrow. I close my eyes and think about the amazing man with his jet black hair and startling blue eyes holding a bow and arrow on a random Saturday afternoon in the park as I laid there near him sketching. They were my favourite times with him together. We were so relaxed and I got to secretly watch as he flexed his muscles with every nock and release of an arrow.
I don't know how long I sat there for staring at the design in front of me. It's perfect. Almost as perfect as the man was himself. I write down the name of my design at the bottom with tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I decide to pour myself a whiskey and take a sip. I then look at a black and white photo of the very man that has inspired my career and in particular this very dress which is now named after him. He is smiling, eyes wide staring at the camera. I raise my glass to the photo and take a sip.
The tears finally spill over as memory after memory of the man runs through my head. It's been almost 10 years to the day that I got that harrowing call meaning that I would never see him again, hear his laugh, spend countless hours just sitting and talking and putting the world to right. Watch him just enjoying life, before it all got taken away from him so suddenly.
"I wish you were here with me to share all of this. You always said that I would make it one day. This is for you. I miss you…..Alexander"