#emmacardel

When: 8:30 PM

Where: Eastside of the Beach

Trying to find a diamond earring in the middle of the ocean was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Though, Forrest supposed he never had to attempt the latter, but he felt justified in his theory that the former actually happened to be much more difficult. How he’d allowed Emma to rope him into her search for her missing jewelry, he wasn’t sure, and the thought of having to witness the inevitable breakdown that would come with their inability to find it amongst the water and the sand and the dark didn’t appeal to him any more than the situation itself. He’d been unable to say no, though, an aspect of her personality that clearly hadn’t changed in the twenty or so years since they’d dated.

Balance unsteady atop of the sea slick rocks this side of the beach had turned into, Forrest sighed, looking away from the flashlight illuminated section he’d been half-hazardously searching over. “Emma, come on.” He sighed her name, her own steadiness atop of the rocks concerning him. “You’re gonna kill yourself looking for this thing. You don’t even know when you lost it.” His hand reached out for her own, not wanting her to slip on the off chance that she came with him willingly. “Besides, knowing you, you’ve got at least three backup pairs.” He couldn’t keep from laughing at his own joke, offering her an almost pleading smile. “Let’s get back to the vigil.”