Disclaimer: This is not mine. Belongs to Tim Burton & others, I'm sure. I am only borrowing to play for a bit.
Hopscotch. Funny, how such a simple word as that, a single word, and her life seemed changed evermore. Watching Victor and the corpse bride vanish in a swirling thick mist with that silly little word hanging in the air behind them...
Unbearable.
Victoria could not fathom why he affected her so, perhaps it truly was love at first sight, fate, destiny. The brief time that they had had to spend together, her soul had thrilled to be near him. And now facing an eternity without him?
Impossible.
She would not, could not allow this to pass without some sort of a fight. So she would. She would speak to the priest. Surely the man could help her. And if he could not... she would find someone who could.
Hopscotch?
Hogwash!
She would get Victor back. Whatever the cost.
Whatever.