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"Edward!" Alice screamed, "HEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPPPP!" she is falling twards him, and he tries to reach out...
His hands. Straight through her. Blood flowes as easily as a waterfall, staining him forever. It falls into his eyes, but he cannot cry. The inventor isn't finished with him.
Never finished. He would be this way forever. And Alice...poor, poor Alice. Dead at the hands of the man she loved.
Another cut never meant anything to Edward. That nightmare had been taking place since he had spoken to her about last time. He still hadn't decided. He remembered her earthly smell and the way her eyes said, although she would never admit it, I-love-you-please-come-with-me-and-we-can-be-eternally-happy-together. And he wouldn't be alone, anymore. Not for a long time. And he loved her. They both knew, words were not needed. She loved him back.
Her vists were more frequent now. Take today for example. She pulled back her lips in a smile, but her eyes were pleading for him.
"I'm coming with you."
And that was that.
It would not do for Dinah to be left behind, of course; she insisted on being first into the car.
"We should leave town forever, Edward. I hate this place. Ever since I can remember we've lived here, and the horrid stories that go on about the people here, and you... It is not to be belived. I cannot stand it much longer...." she looked at Edward, "The only good thing that has come out of this pastel hell, is, well, you." Edward looked at her for a moment, unsure of what to say. Leaving his home would be tough, but for dear, sweet Alice... Yes, anything for Alice. He would die for her.
The plan was this: They would pack up Alice's things that afternoon and be gone tomorrow. She was desperate.
Books. That was all Edward wanted from the house. He had to chose only the ones he desperatly wanted. Alice opened the door to the office for him.
Memories burned. Now he knew what the inventor must feel like....
His father would often cry out when he remembered something painful. Edward would see him and ask, "Why? Why do you cry out so?"
"Just memories, son, just memories..."
Edward cried out now, but no matter how much pain he was in, he could never cry. Another nick was unavoidable, and now, looking at his hands, he grew angry. He was on the verge of distroying the room, when dear Alice's voice brought him back.
"Don't. You can't stop the memories from finding you, but you can deal with them. You were diffrent, less experienced. Learn from your mistakes!" even though she was only geussing, however...
"I should have seen it coming. I could have done something. I was warped by the splender of the hands!" no tears were flowing, and none would ever come.
"Come, Edward." she said, kissing his forehead. Now he saw.
"You were mistaken. It is you who are the angel, Alice, I, am only a beggar at your feet! Damn these disfgurements!"
"But they are one of the reasons..." she wasn't thinking again, "I love you."
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"Edward!" Alice screamed, "HEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPPPP!" she is falling twards him, and he tries to reach out...
His hands. Straight through her. Blood flowes as easily as a waterfall, staining him forever. It falls into his eyes, but he cannot cry. The inventor isn't finished with him.
Never finished. He would be this way forever. And Alice...poor, poor Alice. Dead at the hands of the man she loved.
Another cut never meant anything to Edward. That nightmare had been taking place since he had spoken to her about last time. He still hadn't decided. He remembered her earthly smell and the way her eyes said, although she would never admit it, I-love-you-please-come-with-me-and-we-can-be-eternally-happy-together. And he wouldn't be alone, anymore. Not for a long time. And he loved her. They both knew, words were not needed. She loved him back.
Her vists were more frequent now. Take today for example. She pulled back her lips in a smile, but her eyes were pleading for him.
"I'm coming with you."
And that was that.
It would not do for Dinah to be left behind, of course; she insisted on being first into the car.
"We should leave town forever, Edward. I hate this place. Ever since I can remember we've lived here, and the horrid stories that go on about the people here, and you... It is not to be belived. I cannot stand it much longer...." she looked at Edward, "The only good thing that has come out of this pastel hell, is, well, you." Edward looked at her for a moment, unsure of what to say. Leaving his home would be tough, but for dear, sweet Alice... Yes, anything for Alice. He would die for her.
The plan was this: They would pack up Alice's things that afternoon and be gone tomorrow. She was desperate.
Books. That was all Edward wanted from the house. He had to chose only the ones he desperatly wanted. Alice opened the door to the office for him.
Memories burned. Now he knew what the inventor must feel like....
His father would often cry out when he remembered something painful. Edward would see him and ask, "Why? Why do you cry out so?"
"Just memories, son, just memories..."
Edward cried out now, but no matter how much pain he was in, he could never cry. Another nick was unavoidable, and now, looking at his hands, he grew angry. He was on the verge of distroying the room, when dear Alice's voice brought him back.
"Don't. You can't stop the memories from finding you, but you can deal with them. You were diffrent, less experienced. Learn from your mistakes!" even though she was only geussing, however...
"I should have seen it coming. I could have done something. I was warped by the splender of the hands!" no tears were flowing, and none would ever come.
"Come, Edward." she said, kissing his forehead. Now he saw.
"You were mistaken. It is you who are the angel, Alice, I, am only a beggar at your feet! Damn these disfgurements!"
"But they are one of the reasons..." she wasn't thinking again, "I love you."