Edward Scissorhands

I saw Edward Scissorhands across the room and he was beautiful. I went up to take a film photo with him and we started talking. He told me that his favorite day of the year was his birthday and that he always takes a day off for his birthday, that his favorite season is Winter, that he doesn’t have a favorite color, and that he was born on October 19th. He told me that he hated New year’s Eve and thought it was overrated. He said that people just party and drink as if it’s special. I told him how I celebrate New Year’s Eve outside, ice skating and watching fireworks. “That’s nice”, he said. He told me that he worked online for a company abroad and that he’s quitting to take a two-month break. He said he was tired. I put my nail polish between his Scissohand fingers and started painting my nails while he sat and looked at me. He told me that I looked beautiful and I thought he looked even more beautiful but I didn’t get the courage to say it.

I kept building walls. That’s all I’ve known. Building walls is all I’ve ever known. I tried to touch his Scissorhands scissors and he told me not to cause they’re sharp. I asked him if his hair was real and when he said that it was, I felt like I’ve never seen more beautiful hair in my life. I put my right hand through a strand of his hair and took my hand away. He said I looked beautiful again. I built walls higher again. He said he liked hearts so I took out my heart stamp and stamped a heart on his left cheek. He told me his favorite number is 13, and I told him mine was 3. I explained to him how I decided I liked 3 when I was a kid and he looked me straight in the eyes in silence as if he’s falling. His eyes were so beautiful. They were so so beautiful I could’ve kissed his eyes. I changed the subject. I lost his eyes. I told him I just turned 25 and I guessed that he was 26 and he said he was 30. I said “good”. He looked away to his right. He looked completely away. What’s wrong with our ages? I thought he either hated that I was 25 or hated that I said “good”. He told me he’s going to grab another beer and left feeling cold. I didn’t know why he left. I saw him again in the washroom. While washing my hands, he looked at me and said something to me that I can’t remember. I told him “you ran away from me”. He said, “no I didn’t”. I said, “yes you did”. He said, “I never run away from people”. I said, “you told me you’re going to grab a beer and ran away”. We looked at each other. He seemed comfortable with standing and being silent. We were standing too close to each other. I said okay. I left. He was permanently in mind now. He was beautiful and I never told him how beautiful he was. I never paused and looked back into his eyes. His eyes were beautiful and I never told him how beautiful his eyes were. Maybe that’s what I did wrong. I needed to leave but I couldn’t just leave. I went up to him and asked if he had Instagram. He said that he didn’t. I paused. I was waiting for him to say something but he didn’t. I said, “okay well I’m leaving”. He sat down on the couch corner in front of me and said “you’re leaving!?” With a surprised face. I said “yes”. We paused. He said, “I’ll see you around”. I nodded my head to say that it’s not true. I said, “I’ll never recognize you in real life”. He said, “yes you will. I have the same hair”. I felt angry. I said, “I have the same hair too”. He didn’t say anything. I turned away and left.