Edward remained in his tower room for three months, waiting for her - for Kim to return to him. The crime scene tape had been removed by the police weeks ago and the blood smears had faded and rotted. It was almost like that night had never happened, like Kim had been a dream to. Her blonde curls waste length and flowing halo like. Her eyes green like that of sea grass with the texture and density of tree bark. How he missed her. Did she love him? She had never returned to him, he doubted she even remembered him after such a long yet short space of time. He made a promise to himself as he carved Kims figure out of a pile of sculpting ice, he would find her and question her love towards him by the time her ice replica had melted in the warmth.
Clothes, not necassary he had his black buckled suit, that was all that was needed. He had no need for food he would have returned by tomorrow and had money enough to buy some groceries need be. He breathed in deeply eyeing the door as though touching it was going to transform him in to a devil, the murderer he had been trying to convince himself he was not. he reached out his hand made of metal scraps and twisted the lock. The door opened with a loud moan thanks to years of being un oiled and abandoned. The sun poured on to his scarred white face blinding him warming his body, setting him on fire. But it also tickled him and he laughed like he had never laughed before. He adored the light, he detested it so much that he spun round in circles whipping out at the shrubs and forming art out of them. Here a dancer here a clown any thing you could name he could create. But one vision of beauty he thought he could never transform. her. The way she smiled left him breathless and now he was going to find her and stop her from ever being hurt again. He knew she deserved better than him but he could not help himself. He walked further down the cliff face in to the small cluster of pastel bungalows. Home. Or was it?
