This is my first ever fanfiction, please give feedback! All characters used belong to Tim Burton and/or Disney, not me! The scenario is based on a theory I saw online once, and I just made it a lot sadder.
Prologue
"We all end up the remains of the day."
Victor could tell he was getting older. Whether it was the wrinkles on his formerly smooth face, his teeth in a state of disrepair, or how often he was reminded of the "old days", he was absolutely certain that this was what being old meant. Not to mention the aches, pains, and the like; it was headaches mostly. The headaches led to him not quite being able to place the scent of his dear Victoria's perfume when she was away or the names that went with the children's faces.
The wedding was an arranged marriage. Both his parents, crabby and hateful until the day they died, and hers, equally rude, seemed to think the wedding would result in great fortune for them. It didn't, naturally. What it did result in, though, was Victor gaining a great fondness for Victoria. He liked the way she smiled, the way she moved her fingers across the keys of a piano, the sweet sound of her humming to the music. He loved that her hair color matched her eyes so perfectly, and he loved her quiet observance. He felt terribly clumsy by comparison, though she often assured him he was not. His family resented her. She brought him happiness, but what good was she to them?
Later in their marriage, Victor and Victoria could say truly that they loved one another. They had three children who they named Valerie, Vincent, and Vladimir. This was all a clever joke for Victor and Victoria.
Even after bearing three children, Victoria remained practically rail-thin. Victor, on the other hand, grew a bit of a belly once he got settled in as an entomologist. Sitting all day, drawing pictures, and writing wasn't much of an athletic lifestyle, and Victoria's cooking was delicious. Although she couldn't understand his books, she was very clever with a needle and thread, a talented cook, and her voice was lovely. He didn't care that she wasn't well-read. He loved her anyway.
Being a scientist by profession, Victor had little money to contribute, but every bit he earned went straight to what was best for Victoria. He remembered how it felt growing up. His family was so selfish, and he didn't want any of that. After the children were born, he got a job in a heavy metals plant. It wasn't so good for his health, but it brought in a good amount of money to sustain his children and his wife. She peddled quilts as well, and they made a nice life of it.
They had their arguments. No relationship is perfect. But it always worked out for them. Neither of them could recall the reason for a fight even a half hour after it happened.
And now, Victor was old. He was tired. And he was beginning to forget.