I Can't
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Jack stood, disgusted with himself, on the other side of the large, metallic door.
How could he?
Him, of all people.
How could he hurt Sally like that?
Was it really fair for him to say that since he was intoxicated with alcohol, he could be excused with that kind of behavior?
No! Absolutely not! He should've known better...
"Sally," he murmured for the umpteenth time, voice sounding so strange to him with the mixture of sadness and fear. He let a bony hand rest on the shiny door, although it seemed to taunt him instead. How long would she keep him away?
Ever since she saw...
He didn't mean to kiss her. Heck, she was just about to leave!
As the Pumpkin King, Jack had felt that he was solely responsible for everyone in Halloween Town, resident or not. That woman...she was just a passerby, just wanted to get back to Christmas Town, to her home.
It was also a celebration night. For the success of Halloween Town's extravagant Halloween that year. For Jack's recent engagement to his beloved rag-doll. He, naturally, drank a few glasses of wine and mead. Nothing new.
But, it was.
On the spur of the moment, he had grabbed the Christmas-lady and kissed her good-bye, full on the mouth, just as all his male companions cheered him on to. It had lasted so long.
Much longer than necessary.
A few seconds later, Jack came to his senses and broke the kiss off. He was shocked. The woman...she was smiling. But when he apologized...
She kissed him once more, with more passion on her side.
His mind was so blank...he couldn't think correctly. It was only the sound of sobbing behind them that pushed him back into terrible reality.
And when Jack looked up, he was horrified to see the only love of his life (well, afterlife) running away, away from him.
Sally.
Presently, their position was, in Jack's opinion, inevitable:
Sally, on the other side of her metal, bedroom door in Doctor Finklestein's tower, sitting as he cried. She was against the door, Jack knew. Obviously, she had locked him out, windows and all. Why, she even jammed a wooden stick in front of the handle so he couldn't turn it. He had been lucky he managed to get inside the residence to begin with!
How long has it been now?
Jack was, of course, on the outside, pleading with her. He felt like crying.
Was he actually going to lose her? After everything they've been through? He knew how bad life was without Sally. Now that he had a taste of complete, unending bliss with her always around him, loving him, how could he possibly return to the way things were before?
He couldn't. He wouldn't!
"Sally, my love, please let me in!" Jack tried to push the door open. Nothing. "Won't you please come out to me? Please...I'll spend the rest of eternity trying to win you back if it takes! Please, don't hide from me. I need to see you, my future Pumpkin Queen. I need you..."
She sniffled. He heard it, as she was all he could pay attention to. Was that a good sign?
"...oh, how could you, Jack?" Her first words of the evening. Yes, it did sting him. Why would it not? It was much worse than any form of torture from Oogie's machines. The words, although softly spoken, hit him like the hardest and strongest of whips. "Why?"
"I'm sorry," he whispered, falling to his knees. Jack placed his head against the door, feeling the cold as his skull touched the metal. The tears finally came. "Please...forgive me...I love you...please..."
"..."
"Sally?" His breath stuck in his throat.
"I can't."
And so Jack Skellington's heard broke.
He had lost all her love, hadn't he?
A/N: I have no idea. I don't own TNBC.