Disclaimer: I don't own Edward Scissorhands, or any of the characters used in this fic. They all the property of Tim Burton, who is the genius behind the beautiful story that touched my heart. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
Dance
Every waking moment, since he'd first set eyes upon her picture, had been pure bliss.
He didn't know what that meant, but he'd enjoyed it as if he were listening to his father read silly poems to him for hours. A beautiful feeling, one that he'd wanted to last forever. He had been frightened of her at first, only knowing that there was some kind of magnetic pull between them. But he was innocent, and she had seemed to belong to someone else, so he'd simply lived contentedly while learning what it meant to have a "friend."
It had all been new to him, and scary with all those strange people watching him all the time. But she'd been there, and her presence alone had been enough to calm him.
He remembered those nights, sitting down in the basement, staring at his "hands," wondering what it felt like to look like everybody else. They'd have welcomed him with open arms, had he been normal like the rest of them. But she, nor her family, had cared about that. They loved him the way he was, showering him with praise and all manner of affection. Truth be told, he'd missed it all, having been cooped up in that dusty old attic for so long.
He'd never known what it meant to love someone so much until she'd come into his life. When she had been there, everything just felt right. Even now, with her gone and living far away, he was still happy. For her, he'd taught himself the art of topiary, having hoped that she'd start to notice him the way she'd noticed Jim. And, for a time, that had worked. But she'd drifted away from the other, and gravitated towards him.
And that was enough. She'd told him that she loved him, and saved him from a horrible fate.
For her alone the sky above the pastel town would rain down the shimmering shards of ice and snow. She'd danced in it once, and he was sure that she would continue dancing.