Her Best Friend

Walking outside to fetch some water as usual. Isla saw someone fetching the water already.

She walked closer and paused. The person turned to her with a smile on his lovely face.

Just how much she had missed this smile, the gentle look in his brown eyes and the smooth colour of his skin.

He had the perfect height, Ash brown hair and light brown eyes. He was young but his look was now mature, giving him that older look. A lot has changed during the journey because the boy she once knew now stood before looking dashing and enticing.

She hardly thought of men because she barely saw them beautiful or perfect, she was picky and she knew it.

But recently she saw someone who stripped her from her belief about men never being perfect in her eyes no matter how good looking they are. The person caught her by surprise and changed her view about men halfway. Now that another dashing man stood before her, she was sure that her belief was far gone by now.

He was built, his handsomely stunning face made her unsure if it was still the same little boy she once knew. His smile was always charming but now it was captivating.

He had the habit of smiling at everything she said even if it's never funny. His pale smooth skin now looked bright in her eyes.

All and all, he was typically handsome and worth looking at.

Isla was lost in her own thoughts. Her eyes were stuck on his body.

He stood up straight and walked toward her direction while smiling.

"Guess who woke up on the right side of the bed."

"Who? You?" She asked, confused.

"No you," he relayed "do you want to go for a ride down the market?" he asked.

"Why go for a ride down the market when you can walk there?" she asked, looking deep into his eyes.

"So it's a no?"

"Well it can't be a yes."

"That's too bad."

"No it isn't Logan."

He smiled at her "finally you mentioned my name," he said, walking closer while maintaining eye contact.

"What do you mean?"

"I was waiting for you to call my name."

"Hmm really?" She raised her brow.

"Yes as a matter of fact"

Shaking her head at his playfulness "just get the water Logan."

"And what if I don't want to?"

"Whatever" she weaved him off. Something she does regularly.

"You still have the habit of weaving things away, I see" He pointed.

"Old habits die hard," she said, pushing her hair off her shoulder.

Logan carried the bucket of water inside.

"You know you don't have to fetch water every morning like before. I am a full grown lady now so I can do that by myself," she conveyed.

"Oh is that so?" Logan asked.

"Yes. Now let's go in since you have unnecessarily done that," she walked ahead of him.

Logan shook his head, amused by her nonchalant attitude.

Sitting inside the house side by side. Logan asked a question.

"What would you have done if I had never come back?"

Isla frowned "you mean.."

"If I never returned" he completed.

"Simple. I will look for you wherever you are," she answered solemnly.

Logan's eyes gleamed with an unexplainable meaning.

"Why did you ask though?" Isla questioned.

Passing the bread to her "I asked because I was curious," he said after a moment of silence.

"So have you gotten the reply you may be hoped for?" She asked.

Logan reached for her hand, but she pulled them back.

"I'm full," she said, standing up.

"You are not."

"And how would you know?"

Logan stood up as well "I am sorry"

"No you are not," she said and moved away when he approached her.

"I really am," he said, desperation could be clearly heard in his voice.

"Then why would you ask something like that?"

"I said I am sorry, Isla," he felt bad for asking the question earlier.

"Do you really want to say that now?"

"Isla please.." He begged when she headed to her room.

"No you don't get to beg. You never cared in the first place," she said, her emotions slowly getting the best of her.

"I really didn't mean to make it sound like that. I was just curious that's all."

"I'm curious too. Did you care before you left to God knows where before coming back? Did you ask how I felt? Did you ask how lonely I became? No! Instead you asked about what I could have done if you had never returned," Isla's voice was low but the pain and range made her voice harsh.

"You're right, I was a selfish bastard who only thought of himself. I should have been back sooner than later. But now I stand here Isla, I'm really sorry."

"Did you think of me during your journey?"

Logan still tried to get to her which he successfully did.

He held her hand gently but strongly as if scared to let her go.

"Let me go," she pulled her hand free when he loosened his grip unknowingly.

Without waiting for another second, she strode out in haste as tears blinded her vision no matter how many times she blinked.

She quickly walked without any place in mind, all she just wanted at that moment was to leave the sight of her selfish best friend.

All this while she had wished he could at least care more than the way he does even though he could not reciprocate her feelings. The feelings she hid deep within her.

She entered a building and then a room. With her head down the whole time to hide the tears that stung her eyes.

Isla banged the door of the room she entered.

She placed her back on the door before she slid down and sat on the floor in a defeated way.

She hugged her legs to herself as she cried in anger and annoyance.

All she thought of, was him, yet he hide things from her. He would never asked questions without having a reason so she was sure something happened to him first for him to inquire about how she would go through with the news of his death.

She eventually stopped crying and she raised her head to look around the room at last.

The room was a little dim but the decorations were mysterious. The black and grey colour made her nervous for an unknown reason.

She decided to head back to her home since she didn't know where she was.

Isla stood up ready to leave after wiping her face.

She grabbed the door handle to open it.

"You forgot something"

She heard a voice behind her and the deepness in it made her turn to look in fright.

Her eyes scanned everywhere until they landed on someone she dreaded to see right behind her, looking at her with an unexplainable gaze.

How? When? What was he doing here?! Was he here the whole time?!.

These questions were the only thing that kept flooding inside her head.