Ok so I am not sure how this will turn out. I'm actually quite scared. I just want to put it out there that I am winging this whole thing.

By the way, I just saw the movie for the first time a few days ago (yes, eleven years later…) and when the credits played I was like, "No no. No no. No no," Then laughed all the way up the stairs and started said, "There has GOT to be some good fics on this!" and there was :) Then—I decided to write one myself. And here we are :)

IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: I may change or add some facts. Nothing big, just small stuff…for example I have always wondered how Eddy goes to the bathroom. Or if he goes at all o_O There's a though for the day :) So if I added stuff, just know I put it there because to the best of my knowledge I had no idea what the movie said. Or what Wikipedia said…

Enjoy, reviews are lovely and make me smile. Mean ones make me laugh :P. Hope you all like this :)

Have you ever had a feeling of sheer loneliness? Probably not—unless you are Edward… or live alone and don't associate with any other humans under any circumstance because they think you are dead.

Thought so.

The word "lonely" is so overused. It means nothing now. Absolutely nothing. When all your friends are on vacation and you are stuck home you may think you are "lonely". Of course you're not though, because one day you will see your friends again—or whoever has left for a short period of time.

Speaking of time—people think loneliness is measured with time. But is it? What if the love of your life: husband, wife, partner, etc died. What if he or she was the last person on Earth who cared about you? You would feel lonely, right? Yes! You would! But tell me this—are you lonely just for that moment, or all that time?

Now, you may be thinking to yourself This extremely hot chick whom is writing this is contradicting herself! She said loneliness isn't measured with time, yet in the example she gave us, it was time that expressed loneliness! Or something along those lines.

Again, you are wrong (except if you were agreeing with me the whole time). Loneliness is still indeed not measured with time. Would feel lonely if you phone died? What if it (the phone) was the only thing that cared about you? Well, two things. You wouldn't feel lonely if your phone died. You would put it back in the charger and it would reload and before you know it, it has a full charge and is ready to be used.

Secondly, the phone doesn't care about you. Does it care whether you accidently send a text message to your grandmother instead of your girlfriend/boyfriend about the excruciating details of your last night affair? Didn't think so.

If you haven't caught on yet, let me say a few more things before I start this sad story. Time is merciless. Time doesn't care. If time cared about you, then you would stay young forever, would you not? So tell me this—when you are lonely, truly lonely, is it that amount of time that is spent away from the person, or is it simply the fact that that person is gone, and you will never have, him or her ever again, no matter what time says to you.

To make this a bit simpler for some of you I will tell it to you like this—You experience true loneliness when time has no effect on your emotion. You experience it when you feel no worse nor better than you did the day they left or a hundred years late.

For feeling loneliness is when you realize that that person you love will never return. And you will feel the same forever and ever, and nothing will change that unless that person comes back. But, at that time, you believe with all of your heart that that person will never come back to you.

***Edward's POV***

Day 359.

He sat out the window, like he did most days when it rained. Even though it mattered not to him whether he rusted or not, he told himself that more pain wouldn't help. But he knew in his heart that nothing could cause him more pain then what he was feeling.

From his rooftop he could see her. He could see her strawberry blonde hair that he would love to touch. He could see her beautiful face that gave him goose bumps every time he saw her. However, she didn't seem like herself. He didn't that usual skip in her step. She looked…almost as sad as he did. The selfish part of him wanted to believe that it was because she missed him.

But he couldn't but laugh humorlessly. Who could love someone like him? A monster. That man was right. Everything he touched he destroyed. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise by making art, he would mess it up by hurting someone.

Anyway, it has been around a year now that since the incident. While he was grateful that Kim had lied to save him, he would have rather died then have to live through this pain. He hated himself for thinking like that. She saved him, and he was wishing she didn't. No wonder she hasn't come back.

He shook his head and walked away from the window onto his mattress. He was fooling himself, thinking that she would come back. He laughed humorlessly as he thought of what happened after the incident:

The next morning he got up early and stared out the window, waiting for a familiar figure to be running through his gardens and into his home. When the sun turned into the moon that same say, he still went to bed with a smile on his face, telling himself that it was too soon to come back without there being any suspicions. He told himself this for a few months.

He stood up from his mattress fuming. Not at her. Of course. Just at himself. At himself for being so weak. He was mad at his creator, for not making him hands. How hard was it to make arms for me? He built me a whole freaking body, would a few hours added to years and years of hard, dedicated work really make a difference?

Then he felt miserable again for being ungrateful. Without his creator, he would have never been made. He would never have met Kim. Kim. Just the thought of her made his heart skip a beat. How he missed her. "Missed" doesn't describe how he felt. He wanted her badly.

He wanted to hold her, touch her, feel her. But he didn't have her. Not even hands. He would rather have gone without feet than hands. I might regret that though, he thought.

His nose itched, and he ignored it. He was used to ignoring pain. Except the pain he felt when he lost Kim. Every day it felt the same; the pain never grew nor worsened. Many nights he would cry. He didn't know how to stop the tears. He had no fingers to wipe them away.

He turned his head so he could watch the sun set through his window. When the sun became leveled with his eyes, he closed them to block off the glare. He still felt the pain. This was the only pain he enjoyed. This told him that he was still alive.

Day 360

He woke up and immediately went to a wall with his pen. He made a tick mark and counted them all as usual. 360. He sighed as a tear slipped down his eyes. She wasn't coming for him. Why would she?

He so desperately wanted to grab something and throw it at a wall, but he could. Both physically, and mentally.

He knew that he actually couldn't pick something up in the first place, but he knew that the house would crumple on top of him. Maybe that wouldn't be all too bad. Again he felt disgusted with himself for being ungrateful yet again. He didn't want to waste his life that had been so kindly handed to him, but what could he do.

He had nothing to live for.

He sat back on his mattress with his hands on his side. He so desperately wanted to kill himself, but where would he go? He had no soul. Would he go to hell?

To him, there was nothing worse than what he was feeling. Including Hell.

Day 360

"Hello, sir how may I help you?" Kim asked politely with a forced smile to a man sitting at one of the booths.

"Double cheeseburger, no pickles," And with that he tossed the menu into her arms. She sneered at him as she wrote down his order.

"Anything else, sir?" She asked in fake politeness.

"Does it look like I want anything?"

She glared at his with no expression this time, and he glared back. He growled and looked away a few intense moments later, and she walked away with a smirk. I win. She though.

She told the chefs my darling customer ordered and headed over to the crowded bar on the other side of the restaurant.

"Can I help you?" She said loudly, as the music was playing to loud.

A handsome, dark haired man with a cowboy hat turned to face her. He had a charming smile and looked like a nice guy, "Yes, please, ma'am," He replied and looked into her chocolate brown eyes with his bright green, "How about a glass of water?"

She nodded and filled up a glass of water and pushed it across the table to him.

"Say young lady!" He called as she turned away, "How about I take you out to dinner tonight?"

Dinner? She hadn't gone on a date since… well not since her ex-boyfriend, but more importantly….

"How about I give you my number, and you call me if you feel up to it at seven?" He suggested in a kind voice.

"Sure," I said before thinking, "Of course. What is your name?"

"Jones," He replied smiling, "Edward Jones. And you name is…?"

Edward. My God did it have to be Edward? Of all the names to choose from, why Edward? She could feel her face pale as she swayed on the spot.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, looking a bit reluctant about asking her out.

"I'm not sure," She gasped and felt her forehead, "I just need to leave,"

She headed out of the restaurant after telling her kind, yet strict boss that she needed to take the day off. He grumbled, but sensed her urgency and let her go. She ran away from the restaurant and hoped on her bike and started riding around without thinking.

Edward…Edward…Edward…

She missed him so badly. So badly it hurt. She couldn't sleep on the water bed because of the memories. She could look at most gardening with feeling like bawling. It was pretty sad.

She felt a tear slip down her eye as a picture of Edward's smiling face feel into her mind again. His sweet, kind, innocent, loving face that she knew would never even think about hurting someone.

She so desperately wanted to see him, but what could she do? How would he react? Would he take her in his arms (no pun intended)? Would he cast her away? Would he have no feelings toward her? Did he ever have feelings toward her?

She felt more tears escape down her face.

Well, if he did have feelings for me, they were most definitely gone. How he could he love me for leaving him, then never showing up? If someone did that to me I would never be able to forgive them. If they broke my heart—I would be pissed. She thought.

She screeched to a halt when she reached the edge of where his infamous mansion laid. She sniffed loudly, wondering if he could see her. She wanted to tell him that she loved him. She loved every part of him. She wanted to tell him that if she could have one wish, it was for him to forgive her.

With one last glance, she turned her bike around and headed home. She knew what she had to do to set things straight—or at least try—with her conscience. She couldn't handle it.

She felt a smirk cross her face as she rode home.

***KB&EP*** (A/N: I'm making his last name Prince :P)

Day 361

She rode her bike down towards the dark forest leading up her love's mansion. It was around 11 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Kim had left a note on the kitchen table saying she was going to be out and about shopping and stuff, and that she would be back when she was all done. She usually did stuff like that, so luckily it wasn't a surprise to her mom that she would be shopping, or going to see a movie, or whatever. She pulled the coat closer. It was mid December.

She hid her bike behind a tree and some bushes and started her ascent up the mountain-like hill. When she got deeper and deeper in the forestry hill, she noticed the bushes became more and more shaped. She smiled.

Finally she came to the front of the mansion, and her face lit up. Like it was before, the bushes were trimmed to perfection as whatever they were supposed to symbolize. Her smile faded as she looked up at the gloomy, mysterious mansion. What was she going to do? Wait for him to come out?

With a deep breath, she mustered all of the courage she could and headed into the house. A shadow slipped away in the house that was unseen by Kim.

She reached the attic area of the house and looked around. No sign of him.

"Edward?" She asked in a small, voice. The settling noises the house made unnerved her a bit. Was he gone? Did he move away? It didn't seem like it.

Then it hit her. Did he not want to come out? A tear slipped from her eye, then more came out until she was on the floor sobbing. Her Edward. Her Edward was gone. He didn't want to see her. She couldn't blame him either.

She gasped for breath and continued crying on the floor. I'm pathetic, she thought to herself, no wonder he doesn't want to be with me.

She was crunched in a ball and coughed from the dust that she inhaled. She wanted to leave, but she couldn't move.

"Kim?" Came a voice from the darkness.

Edward: I thought this was under the category "Adventure"…

Me: PATIENCE!

Kim: So…there will be adventure?

Me: You'll see **wink**

Edward: Well that adventure better be about me getting hands…

Me: HEY! SPOLIER ALERT!

Edward: What? Everyone reading this knows what's going to happen.

Kim: The whole point is for them to find out just how they did it….So how did we do it?

Me: PATIENCE!

Edward: You better update soon. I'll unsubscribe to this…

Me: Really? Your own story?

Kim: He won't. He's just trying to push your buttons.

Me: Wouldn't that hurt…?

Edward: That cut me deep.

Kim: **laughs** PUN!

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