Title: Tick-tock
Summary: Five minutes. If he wasn't here by then he wasn't coming and she'd run away for nothing.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight universe i do however own a copy of the book.
Picture: picture 2

Tick tock, tick tock.

Renesmee swept her gaze over the crowded plaza searching for his dark mop of hair. Nothing. Her hand grasped the antique tea cup shakily as she brought it to her lips. The black tea left a bitter taste on her tongue, and the scalding liquid burned her throat as it slide down. She looked for him again but finding no more luck the last.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Five minutes. If he wasn't here by then he wasn't coming and she'd run away for nothing.

The wing blew against her back turning her once neat curls into an unruly mess. One bronze lock escaped her messy bun and fell into her face obstructing her vision. Renesmee hastily swiped it behind her ear not wanting anything to interfere with her search.

Tick tock, tick tock.

She tenderly stroked the rose between her fingers, fondly remembering who'd given it to her. The pale cream color only added to its beauty and perfection. Slowly she pulled the petals off one by one until only the center remained, lonely, just like her. Her other hand absently traced the grain imbedded in the oak table as if searching for order among the chaotic pattern.

Tick tock, tick tock.

She put the book up blocking her face, trying to focus on the words. As tears filled her eyes the print became illegible and just passed through her mind without her comprehending any of them.

Only one word stayed in her mind, rhythmically beating like a heart, her heart. Alec. Alec. Over and over his name repeated filled every nook and cranny leaving no room for any other thought.

Tick tock, tick tock.

His five minutes were up, if he wasn't here now he wasn't showing up at all. He had deserted her. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her cracked hand, smearing dark make-up as she went. Flinging her satchel over her shoulder Renesmee scooped up the sterling silver pocket watch, snapped it closed and turned around hurrying away.

She kept her head down as if trying to cover her face in case she was recognized but in reality hiding the heart-break clearly written all over her face. She shoved her way through the over populated town square tossing; 'excuse me,' over her shoulder as she went. When she finally escaped the crowd she bumped into a broad shouldered man in her way.

"I'm sorry, excuse me, sir," Renesmee muttered without bothering to looking up. But he didn't move just stood rooted in place, as still as a statue. Finally she drew in a deep breath, filling herself with false confidence and met his blood red eyes. With a gasp the face clicked in her mind as a Cheshire cat grin spread across her own face.


A small smirk appeared on his lips as he spoke in the velvet smooth voice that made her knee's go weak. "Did you really think I'd abandoned you, Princess?"