Time ✔️

Chapter Twelve

Word Count: 1536

~Rosie

I didn't take his hand right away.

I'm curious about his proposition, I won't lie. He must be wanting to show me this for a very specific reason. I've noticed he doesn't do anything unless he has a full reason to, so this must be to reveal something. Maybe he is trying to distract me from the real reason I am here. He might think that it will soften me up to him.

"Shouldn't we stay in here, away from being seen?" I question, folding my arms over my chest. I'm reluctant to see what the consequences are to Time being seen by someone from this era.

"We won't be seen. I would say in less than ten minutes, young me will be out in these fields," Time tells me, the smile on his not matching what is going on in his eyes.

He looks...Sad.

"Fine, but only because I want to," I comment. Despite his offer, Time seems solemn. Maybe he is simply nervous about showing me what he looked like when he was so young. I suppose I don't blame him.

Time waited outside for me to dress into the ill fitting male clothes he lended me. People will surely be confused about why I'm wearing a mans clothing, but it's better than them questioning where I actually come from. We haven't devised a story to cover why I am here, in this small town all of a sudden.

Outside, the world looks barren. If it were in today's time, all this area would be covered in taken property. Yet here, it seems so...free.

"We will stick just outside the village," Time comments.

I nod. Right now, I'm too curious about this younger Time to be worrying about my future. I've accepted it's unknown to a point, but I'm still uneasy about it. Perhaps it is because I haven't yet had a chance to sit down and truly think about any of this. Maybe then it will hit me, and I have a feeling it won't be good.

For now, Time leads me through the grass, off any beaten in track. He points to a mound  not far from us, covered in the same length of grass we currently wade through.

"We will sit up there to see everything."

I have plenty of questions, but I keep them to myself as we walk up the mound. It gives the perfect vantage point over the meadow, and even the village which isn't far off. I'm not sure what time it is, but evening must be falling, people heading in for the night.

"So what are we meant to be witnessing?" I question, looking around the field. I see nothing but swaying wildflowers and grass.

Time places his finger to his lips before pointing.

I follow where he points, finally seeing what we came here for. Two people rustle through the grass, whispering between each other. Squinting, I look closer as they approach, seeing it's a male and female. It's Time, and a pretty girl that clasps his hand tightly. They must be in a relationship, I realise.

What strikes me first, is he isn't as young as I thought. He's a boyish teengager, when I assumed I would be seeing his as a child. I suppose being an immortal makes your perception of age and youth is different.

"Can't they see us?" I whisper. All they have to do is glance up and they would see us hidden within the grass, watching them.

"They are too distracted," Time comments.

I have a feeling this isn't the first time he has come here to watch this moment back. It must be a fairly important moment in his life for him to bring me here to show me. All I'm witnessing is young lovers sneaking into the grass.