A Hatter Gone Mad •Jefferson One Shot•

•Traveling By Hat•

Okay, soooo. This is a random Jefferson (OUAT) thingy majig that I came up with in the dead of the night. It's unedited, I'll fix mistakes tomorrow morning. Tell me what you think. Should I continue it??? Sorry if it makes no sense, I swear to God I'm sleep deprived.

My fingers were number than ever before.

With each stitch, I'm one hat closer to her. My Alice. My everything.

She was right, the mushrooms do get to your head. And the dandelions are the worst to talk to: they'd fill your head with nonsense ideas. Did you know you have three hundred and sixty-four unbirthdays? And three hundred and sixty-five on a leap year.

I would love just one of her nonsensical facts for once. The sound of her voice was enough to tune my ears into an open oblivion. No,
I would love the feeling of her. The mere sound would be enough. Just until I found her.

Must sew. Faster. Faster!

"Damn!" I cursed, sucking up the blood on my now pricked finger. She was the one to drive me mad, not these hats. That's why I had to find her.

Driving me mad was a side effect of the intense and endless sea of love I had built inside me for Alice. If I didn't, I wouldn't have scarred fingers from so many needle points.

Damn, damn. She was in a distant dimension. I knew I should have listened to her when she told me to retire portal jumping. For my good, Grace's, and lastly, hers.

Typical Alice, always putting Grace and I first. Of course I'd never let her. I loved her too much to lose her. Yet I was blinded enough by that love to lose her.

I still remember the last glance of the blue of her dress as she disappeared. Forever. Or at least until I found her.

She taught me optimism. Tried at least. My negativity was a battle she constantly fought.

But I knew one thing, living on the slim chance of discovering her again was useless. This time I have to do the work. I'm the only one who should have the privilege to see and appreciate every speck of violet in the blue of her eyes. No one knew those details but me.

No one was able to get close enough, but me. And I hope to the good Lord that it has stayed that way.