All For You

Ten

August

"What do you mean she ran from you?" Hayden yells, incredulous.

Reid is speeding along the streets, everyone's eyes on the passing houses and front yards.

Where is she?

Where'd she go?

"She just fucking ran. She told us we got the wrong person, and then ran away," Nick growls, his eyes locked on the window. "But it was her. There's no way it wasn't, even if she looks a lot different now."

Hayden sighs, putting his head in his hands. Tired, confused, fucking frustrated, just like the rest of us.

"Why the fuck did she run?" Eliott asks us, as if we have the answers. Why would we know?

We thought she'd be over-joyed to see us again. We thought, like we'd always imagined, that she'd run to us and hug us endlessly, crying in our arms.

Telling us she missed us, telling us she loved us.

Never, not in a million years, would we think she'd run from us, of all the damn things for her to do.

Why did she fucking run? Why did she act like she didn't know us? Why'd she pretend to be someone else?

It makes no fucking sense, and it's driving all of us crazy.

"Why was she even there to begin with?" Hayden sighs, rubbing his eyes tiredly. We've been searching the area around the bar for an hour now, hopeful despite knowing she's long gone.

She wouldn't have stuck around if she was serious about getting away from us. But we can't help ourselves. We'll probably stay out looking all night long at this rate.

We have to make sure. Make sure she's gone and she's not coming back to finish whatever she was doing at that bar.

Warner is there, looking around and waiting just in case she goes back. But she probably won't. If she's smart, she'll know we wouldn't just give up on looking for her after not seeing her for five fucking years.

She'll know we'd be out all night, searching high and low for any sign of her or her red dress.

God, was she a sight to see. So magical. So heavenly. Like a fucking fairytale or something.

I couldn't believe it. How gorgeous she's gotten. How perfect. Not that she wasn't pretty before, but now she's a woman. An absolute goddess.

And she's changed so much. So much that it took me a second just to recognise her.

I bet it took Nick and Elijah a second, too, because she's almost completely different. Her hair is so much darker, and she's much taller now, too.

But she was still her. Still the Isla we all know and love. She still had her loving big brown eyes and the mole on her neck.

She's still her, even if she's so much older and mature looking now.

She's still Isla.

Even if she told us she wasn't.

We don't give up searching until morning, and by then the mood is so depressing we can't think of anything to say to each other before going our separate ways.

We need to recuperate before we can get back down to business and figure out just what the hell happened back there, even if that seems practically impossible right about now.

Because what just happened wasn't supposed to happen. We never could've planned for something like that.

It wasn't even a possibility in our minds up until now.