Jacob Turner stood there alone, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was towering over a filled grave, her grave. He knew that his life would no longer be the same, losing the most important person in his life. The only one he thought mattered. The only one that he had trully loved since they were just five years old. The only one that would ever be his wife, no, best friend. The rain that was soaking the dirt into mud at his feet, dripped onto the gravestone at the head of the grave, his eyes glancing up to read her name one last time before leaving. Emily Turner.
Emily Grayson grew up in Denver, Colorado. Her parents were originally from there and they absolutely fell in love with it's astounding beauty. The way the weather could go from a warm sunny day to rainy one in a matter of seconds, then to a full out blizzard and back again, it was entirely unbelievable which made it even more beautiful. Their favorite activities were taking drives in the Rocky Mountains, hiking in the summer months and skiing or snowboarding in the winter months. There was always something different to do.
Emily, on the other hand, hated Colorado with a passion. She could not wait until she turned eighteen so that she could move as far away from the the State as she could possibly get. Only two more years to go, was what she kept telling herself.
The only reason Emiliy continued to remain sane was because of her best friend, Jacob Miller. He and his family had moved from Nebraska to Colorado, due to his dad's job transfer. The deal was just too good to pass up. They had found a great house in a safe neighborhood that connected to one of the best school districts in the country. Everything was turning out to be so wonderful and perfect, more or less.
The first day Emily and Jacob met, they were five, but they knew that they would be best friends for the rest of their lives. They had nothing in common, but that was what kept one interested in the other.
What Emily grew to love about Jacob, were his eyes. They were a unique golden color in the center, but as the iris got further away from the pupil, they appeared to transfrom into a lighter baby blue color. He could literally get her to do anything he wanted by giving her a single look. Every moment they spent away from each other, which was rare, the one feature that Emily would remember about Jacob were those eyes.
Certain changes, however, started to occur when they turned fifteen. Jacob began to act really odd whenever they would hang out. He never smiled anymore, but began listening to dark, scary music all the time. Emily would attempt to ask and figure out what was going on with Jacob but he would never say anything. That continued for several months until November of that year.
Emily went to school like any other normal day, still worried about Jacob and his continuing behavior. She went to her first class, film studies where she usually sat right next to except for that day. Instead Jacob crossed the classroom, not even looking at her and across the room from her. Throughout the class, she tried to keep herself from looking over at him, but after every couple of minutes, she would catch herself staring at him again.
Jacob looked so helpless, so depressed all the time. She missed how happy he used to be when they were little kids. His smile would, no doubt, make her smile back. Emily would try to think of every possible reason for why Jacob was acting that way. She even tried talking to his parents. But so far, it had gotten her nowhere.