Disclaimer: I don't own Corpse Bride, 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.
A Stranger's Love
She had wanted it to last, but taking him away from the woman he loved would have been a sin.
For the first time in so long, after so many moonless nights in the dirt, she'd been happy. He had brought a spark of light to her dark and dreary afterlife, reminding her that there was still something in the world worth looking towards. She still had peace and absolution to dream of.
It had been foolish to wait around for her true love to wake her from what felt like an unending nightmare. She could have done so much with herself, as her jovial friends had. They'd always been the experts at enjoying what death had to offer, throwing wild parties and just enjoying what was left. She could have learned a lesson or two from each of them.
She was letting go, cutting herself deeply as the two of them embraced. In truth, she had loved him. He'd been the first in the longest time to even try to understand her, to feel remorse for her plight rather than brushing it off with a laugh or ignoring it completely. He'd listened, and he'd sat through everything she'd forced upon him. A kind heart if she'd ever met one, and one she hoped would remember her fondly. In fact, she was sure that he loved her, too. Just not in a way that could ever work between them.
Even letting go, drifting into the wind, there was warmth.