Why did you come back?

A/N: I was entirely captivated by Tim Burton's Alice In Wonderland. I told my dear friend, Areef, that my wish was that Alice and Mad Hatter/Tyrant kiss in the end. Wouldn't it be a perfect ending? That Hatter waited for Alice to return to Underland, only to find that she had forgotten all about him. Hatter waited for Alice to remember back and when she finally did, he told her that he had waited patiently. My friend's response? He laughed at me and said "What an interesting story you got my dear, but this isn't a love story." I was really mad. It was supposed to be fairytale, right? So it wasn't too much to ask for. So what did I do? Turned to Fan-Fiction.Net. It was MY heartbeat!! I found many alternate endings to the story, which was to my very liking. Alice and Tyrant Hightopp/Mad Hatter KISSED!


On one fine day when Eve’s heart still bursting with colors, she saw a letter placed on her writing desk in her room. She was curious because she’d never received any mail in her life. Observing the tidy writing on the outside, she rummaged through her brain. The handwriting was familiar but she couldn’t remember where she had seen it. Slowly, she tore the envelope. An old crumpled paper dropped out. She instantly recognized it. She prayed profusely that she was mistaken, and with trembling hands, she unfolded it.

Dear Adam,

I can’t say how thankful I am for your camaraderie, even though it only lasted for a while. How time has passed.. It felt as though it was just yesterday that we met, that we laughed and cried together. It’s time for me to go now. I can feel that lots of questions are going to accompany me as I walked out of the gate.

Such as..

Have I said or done something wrong?
Why are you doing this to me?
What was it that took your mind off me?
Am I that easy to be replaced?

And I have uneasy feelings that these questions will remain unanswered. But then again, I would rather question myself for the rest of my life, than to have the answer that will forever scar me. I give you my best wishes. Know that I’ll never see a swing without seeing you pushing my back, a golf field without seeing us running across it and a pineapple without seeing you suffering from rashes on your face.

So long,
Eve.

Eve plopped down on her knees. She can’t find a word, tears rapidly flowing down her cheeks. Suddenly, the air around her was thin and she felt suffocated.

When she finally calmed down, she picked up the paper and something caught her eyes. There were writings on the back of the paper.

Dearest Eve,

It has been a year after you had left, I was still depressed and decided to talk to my mother. I related to her everything that went between us and it finally downed on me.

You have done nothing wrong to me, my Eve, on the contrary, it was I who wronged you. I failed you and for that, I shall never forgive myself. I was completely lost by my own unhappiness and forgot that you were the one who was directly affected by it. You needed me and I was a fool for not able to see it.

You saw my pretentious happiness as a sign that I was content with you moving when my intentions were merely to cheer you up. I saw your avoidance as a sign that you were looking forward to start your new life at some place when in fact, you were as dejected as I was that we will no longer be together. With us engulfed with such despair, we had neglected things that were vital to all kind of relationships: communication and trust.

As for replacement, I can only assume that you were talking about Odyne, my dear. You are in the wrong. You can’t be replaced, and will never be replaced. She was no more than an insignificant character in my life, way beneath you. You have never left my thought, not even a minute. You preoccupied me and I have not let you go.

These past four years were very dark for me, and from what I heard, it was just as dark for you. I’m truly sorry for what I have caused you. Now that I have found you, I cannot help but hope for a second chance. Know that for each and every of your teardrops that I have caused you, I am more than willing to pay.

Forgive me,
Adam.

p/s: I found your address with the help of my uncle, who was temporarily posted in your school. My apology for I can’t disclose his name. It was considered a breach of etiquette on his part. He had done this for me and the lease I could do for him is to conceal his identity.

Once again, Eve cried a bucket of tears. Why, after all these years, now was the time he chooses to come back? She searched her heart and found that she still loved Adam. How could she not, after all, he was her first to give her such joy and excitement? Even so, Adam was the first to supply her the cause of unbearable pains. What concerned her the most was that how could she hurt the man who had not long ago salvaged her from eternal agony and leave him for a long-lost lover that practically killed her?

It took a great effort of her to think of a conclusion. With her new-found sunshine treating her so compassionately, it really didn’t help a lot. After what seemed a lifetime of pondering, she had at last found a final decision.

She read the letter for the last time. She can barely read it really, as every letters on the paper was disappearing, as if it dissolved in her tears. She burnt it. Surprisingly, as her heart was heavy with sadness, she felt no tears were on their way out. She was resolved to leave all the pain behind and move forward. Her sunshine had worked so hard to revive her and made her was she was that day, and she was not going to throw that away. As thankful as she was to Adam for giving her the first complete taste of love, she was more gratified to her sunshine for being her savior. For her, she was no longer Adam’s Eve. Eve was murdered savagely and her body remains buried under the riverbed, along with her immense love for Adam. This was new Eve, the Eve that had not long prevailed, along with her uncountable amount of love for her sunshine.



To Be Continued