This is Soprano and Bass from Alice's POV. I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters.
Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick, the insanely annoying clock on the wall ticked of the time slowly. Slower then time had ever moved for me. Not that I could remember very far back, but from the moment I woke in the dark alley and had seen the face of an angel time had been merciless. I hated the waiting. I wanted to, no, needed to meet him. He could give me the answers I needed. The endless torture of not knowing how I became the way I am now and what I was before was agonizing. We were meant to be. I knew it. I don't know how I knew things like that, but I just did. Mostly pictures of people I could care less about flashed in the back of my mind. The closer something got to happening the realer it became. If it were close to me I would loose reality completely and be sucked into the image as if I were living it now.
The bell above the door jingled and I leapt of my stool in the empty café completely thrilled. He's here… or not. I sank back onto the stool in disappointment. It was just a girl and boy my age walking in holding hands. They took a grimy booth in the back of the lifeless restaurant.
"Boys'll break your heart sweetie." The voice made me jump out of my chair for the second time that afternoon. I was not used to surprises, I must be more distracted than I thought. I tilted my head up to see a waitress with thick, oily, black hair pulled into a tight bun on the back of her head. She wore way too much makeup and looked to be in her forties. It took me a minute to realize what she meant. Of course she'd seen me sitting here all day peering anxiously out the window.
"No, he'll be here," I stated confidently.
"Sure whatever you say," she muttered under her breath. To quiet for human ears to hear, so I'm sure she didn't intend for me to hear it.
Boredom began to consume me and I found myself listening to the conversation in the back of the café.
"It's not you it's me," the boy said to the sobbing girl. If she's so great why is he breaking up with her? I'm glad I never have to worry about that. This boy is etched into my fate.
Abruptly I lost my focus of the room. The tarnished tables and worn out booths slipped out of view like water through my fingers. My vision became hazy before it would clear again. The vision came more unmistakable then ever before. I saw myself jump of the same stool I could still feel under me. I ran toward where I knew the door must be although the picture ended just in front of it. I heard myself speak to someone just outside the picture and knew it was only a matter of seconds before the beginning of forever would start.
Sorry I know it's short, but I wrote it at midnight. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! I will post again as soon as possible.