The Isle - A Mark Tuan and Renesmee Fanfiction

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"Mark, come on, we're gonna be late." The girl is running and holding her hand out behind her. I take her hand and we both run side by side. "Hurry, the group's waiting. Your manager just called." I pull her back to have a look at her face. She faces me with a smile. Renesmee's brown eyes stares back at me. 

I wake up in the dark, my breathing uneven. I wipe the sweat streaming down my forehead and neck. 

I head to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Why's she in my dream? But that voice. I know it's not Renesmee's, it was the same as the one in my dream before. Group? Manager? Could it be a memory from my past?

I hear clicking of keyboard in Renesmee's room. "You're still awake?" I think I startled her. She looks up, her eyes got bigger and her mouth agape. She closes the laptop in front of her and stands. "What are you still doing this late?" I look at the clock and it says 1 am. 

"Uhm...nothing. Just can't sleep." She moves around the desk and faces me. "You?" 

"Ugh..." I sit on the chair beside her desk and tell her about my dream. When I'm done I look at her and is surprised at her reaction. She is completely frozen from where she is standing. Her fingers fumbling at the pen on the table where her hand rests. I stand up and held her hand that was on the table. "Is...is there something I said?" 

"Huh?" she shakes out of her trance and looks down at our hands. A shade of crimson appears on her cheeks. She pulls her hand but I grab it fast. 

"What's wrong? After I told you my dream you just zoned out." 

"No. Nothing. I just...no nothing." She turns but I take her shoulders and let her face me. 

"Are you hiding something from me?" I mean, she's clearly acting strange. 

"I'm just...I'm just tired." I loosen my grip on her shoulders and she walks to her bed. "Go to sleep....M..Mark." 

I walk out her room and into the library at the end of the hall. I've never really explored this room before. Since I couldn't sleep, I walk around and search for a good read. I don't even know if I like reading, but the array of books on the wall-to-wall shelf just got my attention. I scan my eyes through them, but nothing looks interesting. 

I reach the end of the shelf and to the other wall. It's covered with pictures, old and new. The picture in the middle is the biggest. It's a picture of a dazzling woman and a dashing man, maybe in their early twenties. Between them is a little girl, Renesmee. I can tell it is her. She still looks the same. I smile at the lovely family picture in front of me. 

I touch it and feel the smooth glass under my fingers. Do I have parents waiting for me? I suddenly miss my parents, who I don't even remember. 

I go to the picture at the right. It's of Renesmee as a young girl with 6 other equally stunning people and her parents. They all look so young and beautiful. She definitely got her looks from them. 

At the left is an old man with a baby Renesmee on his arms. He looks more...normal...compared to the perfect looking ones on the right. 

The picture at the upper corner made my heart skip a beat. It's a more recent one. Renesmee is smiling sweetly at a young, burly guy with well-tanned skin and dark hair. They look happy together. Is he her boyfriend? I look closely at the date written at the bottom - 01/29/2013, three years ago. 

I feel my heart being squeezed, hurt. Could they still be together? Why don't I see him around? 

I move my eyes down. A big brown wolf, bigger than Seth, with Renesmee hugging it around the neck. What's with her and wolves? 

"Grrr..." Seth comes in the room, glaring at me with those big gray eyes. 

"I'm just looking around, Seth," I say. Feeling a bit crazy talking to a dog. "Have you met all these people in the pictures?" I ask him as I continue looking at the others on the huge wall. 

He walks up beside me and moans. It sounds sad and longing. I run my hand down his fur and he sits. Even when sitting, he's still up to my waist. I stroke his head and he gives out another whimper. "Do you miss them?" I ask him. At least he knows who he's missing. Unlike me, I don't remember any of the faces of my family and friends, if I have any. I sigh.

He must've felt my grief. He moves his head under my arm and looks up at me, barking softly. 

"Thanks, Seth. But, I need to find my family, too. I can't stay here forever." I sit on the floor beside him and rest my head on his warm body. Even if I want to stay here, in this peaceful island with her, I know I have to find my own family. He curls up under me. "What do they look like?" I think out loud. "Are they looking for me?"