The Isle - A Mark Tuan and Renesmee Fanfiction

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"Mark," Renesmee comes in the house holding an envelope, looking excited. "Look what I got." She sits beside me on the couch in the living room. 

"What's that?" She hands me the envelope and I open it, looking at her suspiciously. 

"It's your passport, and ID, and some documents you might need." 

"Oh..." we've talked about this before. She said she knows a person who could fake my documents so I could go to the States and pick up pieces of my past from there. It's just now that I realize I would miss this place. I would miss HER. But, reality strikes. This is not where I belong. "Uhm...Thanks." 

I look at the papers one by one. "Cullen?" I ask, as I read the family name written on them. 

"Uh...yeah...well...that's my family name. I don't know yours...so...I hope you don't mind." 

"Sure," Mark Cullen it is. 

She stands up and walks to her room. 

"Can I ask you something?" I follow her in. 

She turns her head and looks at me. "What is it?" 

"The guy in the picture...uh... with you...is he..?" Why am I stammering?

Her face darkens. She looks away and walks to her desk. 

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." I turn away towards the door. 

"No, that's ok. He's Jacob." 

I turn around to look at her, she's on the chair by her desk, looking down at the floor - forlorn. I immediately walk towards her and put my hand on her back. "I'm sorry for asking." 

"He WAS my...love," she continues.

"Was??"

"He...he died...3 years ago. Just months after we took that picture together." Tears start falling from her eyes. 

"I'm sorry," is all I could say. I sit on the edge of the bed in front of her and wipe her tears with my thumb. She starts sobbing, she covers her face with her hands. I stand up and wrap my arms around her trembling body. "I'm sorry for bringing it up," I say again. 

In a few seconds, Seth is beside her. Nuzzling his head on her arm. She moves away from me and hugs Seth and weeps even louder. 

I left the room self-accusing. I feel like an idiot mentioning it to her. I go check on her late at night to see if she has eaten the food I laid out for her on her beside table. 

The food is untouched. She is asleep, but her eyelids were moving quickly. I go closer and put my hand on her forehead. 

"Jacob, I know you're gonna live. You can fight this, I know you can. Just don't leave me, please Jacob. I love you." She is on the ground, her arms around the big brown wolf I saw on the picture in the library. She's crying and the wolf is not moving. It's body is incapacitated on the snowy ground. It's twitching and slowly shrinking. Turning into something else...turning into a human. Now, it's turned into a boy. The boy in the other picture. Jacob. 

She opens her eyes in shock. I pull my hand away from her head and step back. What did I just see? 

Her wide eyes searching mine, looking for something. 

I raise my eyebrow, and hesitate, but ask, "Did you just....wait...Did I just ..." I would sound crazy, but I want to know. "Was that your dream I just saw?" I want to laugh at myself for even thinking that. How could that be? Do I have supernatural powers I don't know of? No...that's impossible. 

She sees the confusion on my face. "What dream?", she asks. But, from the look on her face, she knows what I was talking about.

"Jacob? The wolf?"

"No, Mark." She pulls herself up from the bed and out her door. I follow her to the kitchen where she pours herself a glass of ice cold water. "That's just your imagination." 

"Was it?" I block her path as she tries to walk past me. "It seems not. I know I'm sounding weird, but...a lot of things about this place is strange." The huge wolf sitting at the corner of the kitchen is one. Her, living alone in this huge island is another. Plus, there were times I wonder how she gets to one place so fast. I've just ignored these things before. But now, I want to know if these are just my imaginations. 

Could I be laying on a hospital bed right now, in a coma, and everything here is just a dream? I would want to think that. But the thought of Renesmee not being real touched a sensitive part deep inside me. 

"Mark, you'd be leaving in a few days. You don't need to stay here anymore. You don't need to know anything. You are not coming back." It suddenly hit me. I only have a few days in this island. After that I would be on my own, looking for MY world. A world far away from here. A world without her. 

"Nessie," I whispered and she was once again shocked at the name I called her. 

"What did you call me?"

"Nessie?"

I can hear Seth whimper at the corner. What did I say? It was just a name.

"Don't call me that." She stomps across the kitchen and into the living room. 

"I'm sorry," I know it must be something about her past again. I don't want to ask further. "Renesmee," I say, and she faces me. 

"What?" she snarls.

"It must've been really hard for you since I got here," I took her hand and let her sit beside me. "I want to thank you for everything. I wouldn't have been alive if it weren't for you. I don't know how to thank you enough." I take both her hands and put them on my chest. "I owe my life to you, Nes..Ren. And I don't want to think you're living here alone when I'm gone. So...would you...perhaps..you would...want to...come with me?"