RENESMEE'S P.O.V
I park my car in the airport car park, grab my bag and head inside... the kiss still tingling on my lips.
I miss them already-but I can't turn back, I can't suffer anymore.
As much as I want to be in Jacob's arms right now it is simply a desire that cannot be granted.
I go up to the desk where a middle aged lady with glasses and a skirt suit is sat.
"Hello, how may I help you?" She asks in a friendly tone.
Her politeness reminds me of grandma.
"Hi, can I get a one way ticket to Pisa, Italy as soon as possible please" I reply. If I stall, I will think twice.
"Ok, lets see..." She types on her computer. "Our next flight to Pisa is boarding in ten minutes. I can get you on that but you might not make
It."
Never doubt a vampire with time limits.
"Ten minutes will be more than enough time." I say with determination.
"Alright. Do you need to check in any luggage?"
"No, I will take this one as my carry on." I hit my shoulder bag lightly.
"No problem.... What seat would you like?"
"Um... Do you have any first class seats available?"
"Yes, that will be $6000 please"
I pull out my unlimited card from momma and daddy and swipe it in the card machine.
My boarding pass is printed and I almost run through security and to the boarding gates.
My eyes start to droop- I should have gone to sleep last night but I couldn't.
I go to the Starbucks stand by the shops and order a large coffee, not that it will work as affectively as it will to a human, but maybe the caffeine can distract my brain from my losses.
I must look like a mess. My hair tied in a- once neat bun but now messy and tangled.
My jumper and leggings from yesterday still on me,
No makeup or smile on my face.
I probably look like I've been picked up out of the trash.
I feel like it too.
Taking the last gulp of my coffee, I dump it in the bin and make my way to the bathrooms.
Luckily there is no queue so I run into the nearest stall, lock it behind me and perch on the toilet seat.
I open my bag by my feet and pull out a hairbrush, brush my hair and then pull half my hair into a half ponytail. I then quickly brush my teeth and spit in the toilet bowl before rinsing my mouth with a bottle of water I packed earlier. Finally I pulled out a plain black vest and dark skinny jeans, still wearing the locket my parents gave me, the Quileute bracelet Jake got me for my first christmas, and my ring.
When I am done I walk out the stall and over to a sitting area where I drop my bag on the floor and slouch in the chair with a large sigh.
Suddenly I hear a shrilling ring. I realise it is my phone- daddy makes me keep it like that.
Oh daddy. How I will miss him when I am dead. I will miss his smile, his laugh, his kindness, his care, even his overprotectiveness. Hell, I will miss both my parents like that.
I get my phone out from my bag and quickly put it on silence. Then I check to see who is actually ringing me.
Jacob.
He is calling me right now. As much as I want to answer him and hear his beautiful husky voice, letting him hear mine will only increase the pain of his mourning.
He must have realised that I am not at Emily's, or at home, or in Forks for that matter.
He must have got my letter. My face drops completely. He now knows that I am on my to my second attempt of suicide. Because I cannot live without my Jacob.
