I do not own any of the characters in this story, though they all hold a
special place in my heart. The plot line for the end of this story is owned
by Myotismon13.
Kim looked outside. It was snowing. Well, it appeared to be. Kim knew what those tiny flakes of ice really were, and where they came from. They were created by her deepest and truest love- a boy named Edward. They hardly ever talked about him anymore. They didn't want to. He scared them. This boy who had come down from his castle on the hill offered the straight lined world of Suburbia things that before him they never could have imagined. Experiences, shapes, colors, life- and they had rejected him. They couldn't explain him or his hands, and that scared them, so they sent him away. No, they took him away, and now Kim would never see him again. She would only feel his presence from the bits of ice that fell from his sculptures and swept over the town when winter came, swirling around her body and sweeping across her face. While most people put on jackets and hoods and wool and heavy cloth to protect themselves from these falling flakes, Kim would just stand there. Kim would stand there and cry, the ice caressing her face and body- taking them as caresses from her sweet love that made them and produced the only contact between them. That was the only time Kim had left her room since the "occurrences". That's all anyone called them now. That's all they were to anyone. Occurrences that were troubling at one point but were now over and people went about their lives of cooking and cleaning and washing and being ordinary. Except Kim. Kim was the only one who held on. The only one who wanted to hold on. They were not just occurrences to her- they were a doorway into an entirely different realm of being. Edward had let her experience what life really could be. But now he was gone. And she was alone, leaving the house occasionally only to stand in the snow, stare at the castle and cry. A part of her was gone, and she would never get it back. But slowly over time, Kim became determined to move on- she would never get over Edward entirely, but she was determined to live her life. And this was the first step- for the first time in a month, she was leaving the house, and not just to stand in snow flakes. No, today she was going to the opera. It was actually her mother's suggestion- the opera was only in town for a few weeks, and Peg had thought that seeing it would do her daughter good. Besides it was her favorite story- Romeo and Juliet. It had been transformed into an opera only recently and this traveling opera group was the first to put the show out to the public. At first Kim wasn't sure if she could go. After thinking about it, she realized just how much she and Edward were like Romeo and Juliet. In a way they had both sacrificed themselves for each other and now faced tremendous loss- Edward could never come down from his castle again and Kim was hated by the residence of Suburbia, but they would both do it all over again for just five minutes more with each other, but that was impossible. If Kim were to go up to see him, people would see her. They would know that he was still alive and come after him. They would kill the sweet boy, and Kim could never bring that upon someone she loved as much as him.
Kim looked outside. It was snowing. Well, it appeared to be. Kim knew what those tiny flakes of ice really were, and where they came from. They were created by her deepest and truest love- a boy named Edward. They hardly ever talked about him anymore. They didn't want to. He scared them. This boy who had come down from his castle on the hill offered the straight lined world of Suburbia things that before him they never could have imagined. Experiences, shapes, colors, life- and they had rejected him. They couldn't explain him or his hands, and that scared them, so they sent him away. No, they took him away, and now Kim would never see him again. She would only feel his presence from the bits of ice that fell from his sculptures and swept over the town when winter came, swirling around her body and sweeping across her face. While most people put on jackets and hoods and wool and heavy cloth to protect themselves from these falling flakes, Kim would just stand there. Kim would stand there and cry, the ice caressing her face and body- taking them as caresses from her sweet love that made them and produced the only contact between them. That was the only time Kim had left her room since the "occurrences". That's all anyone called them now. That's all they were to anyone. Occurrences that were troubling at one point but were now over and people went about their lives of cooking and cleaning and washing and being ordinary. Except Kim. Kim was the only one who held on. The only one who wanted to hold on. They were not just occurrences to her- they were a doorway into an entirely different realm of being. Edward had let her experience what life really could be. But now he was gone. And she was alone, leaving the house occasionally only to stand in the snow, stare at the castle and cry. A part of her was gone, and she would never get it back. But slowly over time, Kim became determined to move on- she would never get over Edward entirely, but she was determined to live her life. And this was the first step- for the first time in a month, she was leaving the house, and not just to stand in snow flakes. No, today she was going to the opera. It was actually her mother's suggestion- the opera was only in town for a few weeks, and Peg had thought that seeing it would do her daughter good. Besides it was her favorite story- Romeo and Juliet. It had been transformed into an opera only recently and this traveling opera group was the first to put the show out to the public. At first Kim wasn't sure if she could go. After thinking about it, she realized just how much she and Edward were like Romeo and Juliet. In a way they had both sacrificed themselves for each other and now faced tremendous loss- Edward could never come down from his castle again and Kim was hated by the residence of Suburbia, but they would both do it all over again for just five minutes more with each other, but that was impossible. If Kim were to go up to see him, people would see her. They would know that he was still alive and come after him. They would kill the sweet boy, and Kim could never bring that upon someone she loved as much as him.