oOo
Yearn
oOo
Kim never told her own daughter about the man with the scissors for hands. And when she had asked, as she was always going to, 'who lived in the scary castle?' Kim had lied, as she had lied to her parents, and her brother, the police, and her husband. She knew that her mother had always known the truth; only because she had loved Edward too. As much as Kim had, but in a wildly different way.
Well. Maybe not so differently. Love was love, no matter what way you looked at it. Unconditional, inexplicable, and utterly, utterly irrevocable.
She had told her grand-daughter, though. Maybe … maybe because there was just a hint of Edward to her. Her own children had not had a whisper of him about him. She had been terribly proud of them, but she couldn't quell just a stab every time she saw them, half her, and half her husband. Of course, they wouldn't have looked like Edward, what did Edward have to do with him? Nothing. Not one thing. Maybe it was just that every time she had visualised herself with children, they had all had his pale skin, warm, sweet brown eyes and her honey-red hair. And a pair of human hands. Human hands to show that he was human too. He wasn't a monster. She had never loved a monster.
She had loved Edward.
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A/N: Drabbly bit of musingy nothing. On love and monsters and things no one else will ever understand. ;)
- Wraithy xxx