Author's note: I don't own anything
Summary: Edward's thoughts as Kim dances in the snow.
I was outside carving a beautiful snow angel for my family. I wanted to make them proud, well specifically Kim. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. If I could make her happy, then I would be happy. Her smile warmed my heart.
I heard a door open as I continued to carve and of course it was Kim. She looked so beautiful. She had part of her hair swept back and wore a lovely white dress. She looked like an angel. She looked like my angel I was carving. My angel.
I pretended not to see her as I continued working on my masterpiece. I must make it perfect. I concentrated as I tried to form the shape of my angel. The angel looked more and more like Kim. My perfect white angel.
Suddenly Kim begins to dance around the angel as I carve. She is smiling and she looks so happy. I try not to smile as I work. She moves so gracefully, like a swan. Sometimes I wish that my master had finished creating me, so I wouldn't have these scissorhands so I could dance with her, so my hands could touch her without hurting her. I would stroke her hair, her hands, her shoulders. She was so perfect. My white angel.
I imagined I was dancing with her in the snow, holding her close to my body. We move in unison. I whisper in her ear, "I love you my angel". We dance all night. We dance until the stars and the moon no longer shine.
I love my angel, but I can never touch my perfect white angel.