Chapter three
Lilly stared up into Edward's dark pool's for eyes and smiled gently,
''Do you want to see the rest of the courtyard?'' Edward asked hopefully, he wanted to show her what he had to offer.
''Sure.'' She grinned, as they went down the stairs to the door. Edward pushed open the doors, and the blinding sun came into view. It wasn't hot, but not cold either. Lilly shivered as the chilly wind hit her bare shoulders. Edward noticed this and ran back inside and in a few seconds returned holding up a long navy jacket. Lilly smiled, and took it, she looked at it and noticed it was a man's jacket, but never said anything, just in case. She quickly put it on when she felt Edward looking at her in worry. She followed Edward through the fantastic world of Edward's imagination. Dragons, people, monsters, hearts, EVERYTHING!
''Edward....these are amazing.'' She whispered,
''Thank you.'' He whispered, staring at the large hand shape, longingly.
''Edward, why did your father give you scissor hands?'' Lilly asked gently, looking up at his damaged, but, beautiful face. The pale skin looked so smooth, the scars seemed to have faded, but you could just outline them.
''I wasn't finished. My father wanted me to help around the garden, until he was finished with my hands. My father told me the hands were one of the hardest parts to make. I was patient. I tended to the garden. But he did not finish.'' Edwards face was, for those few seconds, the saddest face she had ever seen. Eyes cast downward, as if ashamed, his black eyes watering, refusing to fall, maybe he did not know how to cry. His lips her slightly trembling, his black hair tumbled down his face and his breaths were shaky, but deep.
Lilly was silent. She should never had asked. It brought him so much pain. To think of the two things he wants more than anything else, his father and hands. To be loved the way his father loved him, to be loved, not to be casted away because of his hands, to be loved because....because of the person he was inside.
''I-I am sorry.'' Edwards voice filled the silence,
''For what? You have not done anything.'' Lilly looked up at him,
''I am not perfect. I should be, but I am not. I am a monster.'' Edwards voice was thick, as if ready to break down, but he was strong,
''Edward, nobody is perfect, nobody. But...you are the closest person I have ever met....to perfection.'' Lilly stepped towards him, smiling gently.
''I am?'' He asked in disbelief,
''Yes. You are.'' Lilly whispered.
TBC
Sorry for the hold back! I was on holiday! Tell me what you think so far please!
Lilly stared up into Edward's dark pool's for eyes and smiled gently,
''Do you want to see the rest of the courtyard?'' Edward asked hopefully, he wanted to show her what he had to offer.
''Sure.'' She grinned, as they went down the stairs to the door. Edward pushed open the doors, and the blinding sun came into view. It wasn't hot, but not cold either. Lilly shivered as the chilly wind hit her bare shoulders. Edward noticed this and ran back inside and in a few seconds returned holding up a long navy jacket. Lilly smiled, and took it, she looked at it and noticed it was a man's jacket, but never said anything, just in case. She quickly put it on when she felt Edward looking at her in worry. She followed Edward through the fantastic world of Edward's imagination. Dragons, people, monsters, hearts, EVERYTHING!
''Edward....these are amazing.'' She whispered,
''Thank you.'' He whispered, staring at the large hand shape, longingly.
''Edward, why did your father give you scissor hands?'' Lilly asked gently, looking up at his damaged, but, beautiful face. The pale skin looked so smooth, the scars seemed to have faded, but you could just outline them.
''I wasn't finished. My father wanted me to help around the garden, until he was finished with my hands. My father told me the hands were one of the hardest parts to make. I was patient. I tended to the garden. But he did not finish.'' Edwards face was, for those few seconds, the saddest face she had ever seen. Eyes cast downward, as if ashamed, his black eyes watering, refusing to fall, maybe he did not know how to cry. His lips her slightly trembling, his black hair tumbled down his face and his breaths were shaky, but deep.
Lilly was silent. She should never had asked. It brought him so much pain. To think of the two things he wants more than anything else, his father and hands. To be loved the way his father loved him, to be loved, not to be casted away because of his hands, to be loved because....because of the person he was inside.
''I-I am sorry.'' Edwards voice filled the silence,
''For what? You have not done anything.'' Lilly looked up at him,
''I am not perfect. I should be, but I am not. I am a monster.'' Edwards voice was thick, as if ready to break down, but he was strong,
''Edward, nobody is perfect, nobody. But...you are the closest person I have ever met....to perfection.'' Lilly stepped towards him, smiling gently.
''I am?'' He asked in disbelief,
''Yes. You are.'' Lilly whispered.
TBC
Sorry for the hold back! I was on holiday! Tell me what you think so far please!