A/N Edward Scissorhands is goddamn sexy, I don't care what you say.
Snow still sprinkled from the window, and he didn't intend for it too stop.
Her eyes found it's way to the surface once more, the sharp ends of his limps guiding it from somewhere inside the block of ice.
They were beautiful, warm even through the ice, and they sparkled off of an invisible light that only they could see. For a moment, he was reminded of them, the real them, somewhere outside his window, his old mansion, and it made the heart he was given twist inside his chest.
The sun began to rise again, peeking through the cracks between the pastel lineup of homes that he'd always loved. They were soft, bright, warm. Everything this place was not.
He'd been in them, once. He missed it.
Her lips were coming out, too. Still blocky, squared, but they were finding the surface.
He thought of the color they should have, but couldn't, wouldn't. He imagined what her skin must have felt like to someone else, while to him it was just tissue paper so easily sliced to bits.
He looked at his bed that he didn't use, where he kept the shards of what could have been his arms, his hands, in a pile. That doctor, the one on the television show, said he could help Edward. He could have given him the arms, the hands.
A gust of frost sprang from the ice as her face suddenly surfaced, her features just like they were, maybe still are.
He stopped, looking at his tools with both wonder and disgust. With them, he could make her. But they could also destroy her.
He was built as a monster. Maybe, while he was being made, there were plans, intentions, for him to be something more. A normal man, someone who could touch and feel without chaos. But, whatever they were, the plans were gone, out the single window in his mansion, and he would stay a monster.
Her face looked, stared, back at him, but they didn't. Her eyes weren't eyes. They were ice. She was ice, articficial, pathetic excuse for the real thing, and he knew he would never see them.
He went to the next block of ice and started a dog.
A/N That was pointless, random, short, bad, drabble-y, and anything else that would be used to insult this. If I actually post this, I'll probably shoot myself. Just a warning.