Jack turned around when he heard his name said, a big smile on his face. He ended up looking up into the face of a rather tall and dark looking man. "Hello?" His eyebrow cocked in confusion.

"Jack, it's...it's me. It's your Pitch."

"Um, I'm sorry, but you must have me confused with somebody else."

"I...I can't. You're Jack. You're my Jack!"

"Look, man, I've never met you before in my life." He brushed a strand of brown hair from his face.

"Sweetling..."

Jack backed away from him a step. "You seriously have to have me confused with somebody else."

"But...you look so much like...you really don't recognize me?"

"Not in the slightest. I have a photographic memory, and, no offense, but you don't seem like a face I'd forget."

"How so?"

"Well...you're handsome and yet scary. Rugged yet smooth. A painter's dream really." He shrugged again, a slight blush coming to his face.

"Truly? My name is Pitch. Pitch Black. And you?"

The brunette's jaw dropped. "W-wait. You're Pitch Black?! I'm a huge fan of your work! You're like...you're my idol!"

"I know."

"Oh my God. I can't believe I'm meeting you. This has to be the most amazing night of my life. I really just met the Pitch Black!"

Pitch chuckled, holding out his hand. "And you? I would like to know the name of a huge fan such as yourself."

He eagerly took the hand shaking it. "Jack Frost, aspiring painter."

Pitch cringed. "Jack...Frost?"

"Mhmm. I know it's kind of silly, being a mythical snow spirit and all that, but that's my name." He stuffed his hands in his pockets with another small blush. "And I'm going to stop rambling now before I make an even bigger fool of myself..." he chuckled.

"On the contrary. I find your name...beautiful. Almost French. Please, keep rambling."

Brown eyes widened. "How'd you-" he stared up at him. "I am French. Half blooded on my mother's side. How did you guess that I'm French?"

"I have my ways. Call it a...second sight. Sixth sense, if you will."

"Well, that's just amazing is what it is." Jack laughed.

"Come, Mr. Frost. Ask me anything. Test this sixth sense of mine. I have little doubt I can accurately answer any question."

"Hmmmm...what's my favorite food?"

"Pasta. It's your favorite because you admire it's versatility."

"Indeed." He frowned a little, perplexed at how the man knew.

"Pitch? Is everything alright?" Kristi came up behind him, tapping him on the shoulder.

At the same time, Jack saw his little brother and cousin approaching. "Hey, Jules! Jamie! You'll never believe who I just met!" He pointed excitedly to Pitch, and both of the men's eyes widened.

"I believe I've met these fine gentlemen already." Pitch turned to smile at Kristi. "My dear, may I present Jack Frost? My biggest fan, it would seem."

The woman smiled warmly at him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jack." She held out a hand to him, but before Jack could take fangs was suddenly pulled back by his brother.

"Jules, what the hell are you doing?"

"Come on, Jack. It's time to go. We've been here long enough."

"I- would you- Jules- stop-" Jack tried to turn back, but his brother was practically dragging him from the building.

Jamie stood, arms crossed and glaring up at the taller man. "Stay away from him, Black."

Pitch looked after Jack, his expression sad, and his shoulders slumped. "What happened to him? He...he doesn't remember me. Doesn't remember us."

"It's none of your business anymore. Just stay away from him, and leave him alone." He shot one last glare at the man before following his boyfriend and cousin from the building.

"That wouldn't happen to have been the Jack Frost you told me about yesterday, now would it?" Kristianna watched curiously.

"It was. The very same." Pitch squeezed her hand. "But he doesn't remember me. He's no longer living the past. Perhaps I should follow his example."

She smiled, squeezing his hand in return. "I think I would rather like that." Pitch led her away, but he knew the night was ruined.


"Hello, Mr. Frost."

"Who is this?"

"Jack, I'm insulted. And here I thought you were my biggest fan."

"Mr. Black?! How did you get my phone number?!"

"I told you. I have my ways. And it's Pitch, please."

"U-um, yes, sir. I mean Black! I mean Pitch! Gah!"

Pitch chuckled, the sound low and smooth. "Please, Jack. There's really no need to be so nervous around me."

"O...okay. So what made you call my humble number...Pitch?"

"Perhaps I just wanted to hear your voice."

"You...you wanted to hear my...voice?"

"Very much. It's like silk. Soft and luxurious."

Jack laughed on the other end. "Thanks. That's what Audrien says too."

"Excuse me?" Pitch's voice was tense and suddenly cold.

"Oh...I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I never told you that I'm gay. Audrien is my roommate slash boyfriend."

Pitch felt his hand tighten on the phone and a sudden pain stab through him. "B-boyfriend?" He fought to calm himself. "So, someone has already stolen your heart. A pity for the rest of us. I am quite jealous."

"Well, I wouldn't say 'stolen my heart' or anything. Wait. Why would you be jealous? Are you gay? Wasn't that your girlfriend with you that night at the gallery?"

"A friend. Nothing more. And I find that I am extremely jealous. I feel...a connection to you. I can't explain it, but it drives me to jealousy at the thought of you with another."

"I find that hard to believe. Someone as amazing an artist as you wouldn't look twice at a guy like me. Besides...I really shouldn't even be talking to you."

"And why not? Why are you not allowed to talk to an artist desperately attracted to you?"

"Because my cousin and my brother told me that I shouldn't. They told me to stay away from you."

"And they're right."

"They are? Wait. Do you know why they don't want me talking to you?"

"I could guess. But do you really do everything you're told, Jack? Are you a good little boy, doing only what his Daddy, brother, and cousin tell him to?"

"Well, not usually, no. But they seemed pretty serious about you. I've never seen them be so adamant about something. Of course I'm going to wonder if there's good reason behind their words of caution."

"You should be afraid, Jack. I might make you fall in love with me."

Jack snorted. "Yeah, right. Your date at the gallery was definitely not just a friend, and I'm already taken. Sorry, but that's not happening."

"Mon petit artiste, tu es ma vie, mon avenir, mon passé...Tu es mon ciel. (My little artist, you are my life, my future, my past...You are my heaven.)"

"Seriously? I know that you're my idol and all, but I just told you that I'm already in a relationship. That usually translates to 'not interested so stop flirting,' in case you didn't know that."

"I apologize. You can't blame a man for trying."

"Actually I can. Consider yourself blamed."

"Again, I apologize. I have taken up too much of your time already. I'll let you return to your...boyfriend. Goodbye, Mr. Frost."

"Goodbye." Jack hung up.

Pitch held the phone loosely in his hand, a single tear sliding down his cheek. This was his Jack now. No memory, no interest...not free. Some other man had his hands on Jack, and it broke his heart.


Pitch knew Jack was behind him. He knew it, but he didn't acknowledge it. This wasn't his Jack anymore. This was a fan, nothing more.

Jack simply stood there for a few minutes, just watching him with curiosity. "Mr. Black? Is that you?"

The taller man turned, a look of indifference in his eyes. "Mr. Frost. What a pleasant surprise."

"Indeed. What brings you here?"

"A book. I wanted to see if they had a particular favorite of mine."

"Oh? What would it be? I could help you look if you'd like."

"It doesn't matter. They don't have it." Pitch looked up, noticing a mop of sandy-blond hair. "Is he with you?"

"Hmmm?" Jack looked in the direction he was looking. "Oh. Yes. That's my boyfriend, Audrien."

Pitch tensed, moving one hand behind his back to dig his nails deep into the skin of his palm. "Ah. Quite a handsome lad. You make a fine couple."

Jack chuckled. "I like to think so too. Shorter, skinny brunette with a tall, muscly blonde. Such opposites and yet perfect. What goes together better, right?"

"Perfect?" Pitch felt his stomach churn. "Yes, it...it would seem so. I always thought that cold and dark went together perfectly, but it would seem I stand corrected."

"Well, I suppose that's true...but neither of us is cold or dark so that doesn't work too well. We are almost polar opposites though. He's so intellectual and physical, and I'm so artsy and lazy." He chuckled.

"You were...meant to be together. I hope he makes you happy." Pitch felt the familiar sting of tears, but he held them back.

"I like to think that. He was the first person since my accident, who isn't in my family, to really get me to open up. I'm not one for going out or meeting new people, but he makes me come out of my shell. Like right now. I hardly ever used to come to the bookstore unless there was a specific book I knew I wanted. But now we come here almost every week to just sit in their little book nook and read. He's such an English nut." Jack smiled fondly back at his boyfriend.

Pitch looked on sadly, turning to the side and bowing his head in an effort to hide the pain. "I am...happy to hear it. Pride & Prejudice, by the way. The book I was looking for."

"Oh? I love that book! It's one of the few serious books I can actually get through." He grinned. "There's just something about it. I feel so connected to Darcy and Lizzy's love. I can't help but get sucked in every time I open the cover."

I know... "Really? Perhaps you can see yourself in such a role with...him. For me, it's my life."

Jack looked back at Audrien, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He shook his head and scrunched his nose. "Nah. I don't really see him as a Darcy. He's not...dark enough, and he's too muscular. You look more like a Darcy than him." He chuckled.

"Do I? I suppose. Like Darcy, my Elizabeth is far out of reach."

"Indeed. I've always imagined Darcy to be tall, dark, imposing, and lean. You fit the description perfectly."

"That may be so, but I'd prefer to be a character less tormented. Perhaps Quasimodo or the Phantom of the Opera. They knew love was out of reach, and they were able to find some contentment in it."

"I suppose. But we weren't talking about those stories, now were we? We were talking about Austen's characters." Jack let out a soft laugh underneath his breath when he felt strong arms suddenly wrapping around his middle.

"Allez-vous lu ce livre encore une fois, mon petit amour? (Will you read this book again, my little love?)" The man nuzzled against Jack's ear with a chuckle.

"I'll read it as many times as I want, thank you very much." He turned his head to kiss Audrien's cheek. "It's a good story."

Pitch felt his heart breaking, and he clutched at his stomach in pain. "I...I'm sorry. I'm intruding on a private moment now."

Audrien looked up, forest green eyes scanning the other man as if he hadn't noticed him there before. He held out his hand to Pitch, speaking with a heavy French accent. "I do not think we have met before. I am Audrien Belemonte. You are?"

Sick...heartbroken...alone... "Pitch Black." He didn't move to take the hand, instead clenching his long fingers into the fabric over his stomach.

The blonde pulled back his unshaken hand. "Are you alright, Pitch? You look like you are going to be sick." Jack stepped forward, looking at him worriedly.

Pitch looked down at Jack, soft fondness and a little glimmer of love in his eyes. "I'm fine. Just an old hurt come back to cause trouble."

"Is there anything we can do? You really don't look well."

"I-I'll be fine. You, just...be happy. There's a Darcy in him somewhere. You'll...you'll find it." Kill me...

Jack smiled at the blonde beside him. "I'm sure there's one somewhere in there. I'll just have to dig it out." He chuckled at his boyfriend's confused look.

I want to die... "Give him a chance. He'll prove to be an even better Darcy than I could ever hope to be. Goodbye, Jack. I'll always have a particular fondness for my...biggest fan."

Audrien looked down at the shorter brunette in his arms. "Qu'est-ce que tu racontes? (What are you talking about?)"

"Nothing...Nothing at all, love." Jack watched his idol walk away, reaching up to give Audrien a soft kiss.


Pitch hung the painting up on the gallery wall, his fingers lingering over the white paint strokes. On the canvas, blue eyes full of love stared back at him. Never again... He wasn't quite sure what made him decide to showcase this piece. Jealousy? Anger? Love? He wasn't sure anymore. "You know, I could almost think you were following me, Mr. Frost."

Jack shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a big fan."

Pitch turned, looking down at him. "Please...stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Whatever game it is you're playing. It's not fun anymore."

"What? I've been to every single one of your shows in the area for the past five years. Why would that change now?"

"Because I'm in love with you."

Brown eyes stared at him in shock. "I...you...we only met a week ago!"

Pitch exhaled harshly, shaking his head. "I don't expect you to understand. Things are what they are. I'm madly in love with you, and it's torturing me to see you when I know...I know I can never have your love."

Jack looked down dejectedly, shoving his hands into his pocket. "Alright...I guess I'll...I'll just leave then."

"No! No..."

"Why? Clearly my presence here is bringing you...pain..." He turned to leave, but he happened to glance up at the last second, eyes locking on the painting behind Pitch.

"Don't go, Jack. Please. I would rather suffer than feel nothing at all." Pitch slowly reached out, wrapping his long fingers around Jack's arm. "Don't go."

"What...what the hell is that?" He pointed at the painting, pulling his arm away.

Pitch let his hand fall back to his side, his eyes looking up at the painting sadly. "Him? I'm beginning to realize that he was nothing more than a beautiful dream. And like all dreams...he's fading, no matter how much I reach for him."

"Did my family put you up to this?"

"Your family? Please, let me keep my dream to myself. Your family can find their own."

"Don't lie to me. I've seen this painting before! I don't know when or where, but I know I have. Are they back to thinking that they can jog my memories again? Is that what this is?! They're dragging you into this bullshit too?!"

Pitch felt his eyes widen before he reached out, pulling Jack into his arms. "Perhaps these memories of yours just need...a little help." He leaned down, softly pressing his lips to Jack's. First the top, then the bottom for a quick nibble, as he used to do.

Jack's entire body froze in shock. He suddenly crumpled to his knees, grasping desperately at his chest as it filled with a pain worse than anything he'd ever felt before.

Pitch followed him to the floor, cupping a cheek and stroking over a cheekbone with his thumb. He leaned in slowly before placing his lips back on Jack's, a little harder this time, and he tilted his head a little, changing the angle.

"What the-" Jack shoved Pitch back, scrambling away from him. "What the hell are you doing?!"

He kept his eyes closed, sitting back and bowing his head. "Making an awful mistake, apparently. I'm sorry."

"Just...stay the fuck away from me."

Pitch's eyes shot up, desperate. "No! I...I promise. No more. I'll be...I'll leave you alone. We'll go back to being Mr. Black and Mr. Frost and just...forget that this ever happened."

Jack forced himself back to his feet with a grunt, trying to calm his breathing and with a hand still grasped over his pained heart. "I don't think that's possible."

"Please. Don't..." Pitch sighed, his body visibly slumping in defeat. "Very well. If that's what you want, to be free of me forever...fine. I'll leave you alone, Mr. Frost. And I truly wish you all the best."

"What the hell do you expect me to do?! It's clear that my family has roped you into their crazy schemes! My idol just kissed me! You kissed me when you know for a fact that I'm already with someone!"

Pitch clutched his stomach. "Jack, everything I've said or done...has been because of me. Your family has done nothing. I've done all of this out of pure selfishness and desperation."

"Just...why? Tell me why. Why...how do you have that painting?"

"I want you to come back to me, Jack. Come back...my beautiful dream." Pitch covered his mouth, hot tears spilling over the skin.

"You...you knew me? We knew each other?"

"Yes." He looked up at Jack, tears still spilling from his sad golden eyes. "You loved me once. We loved each other. We..." Pitch chuckled, the sound broken and defeated. "...we were even going to get married."

"N-no...that's not...I wouldn't forget something like tha-" His hands buried in his hair, gripping his head tightly as a few images flashed across his mind. "Ah!" He cringed when they were quickly followed by pain.

"You did forget. You forgot me. You forgot everything we meant to each other. Sweetling, you forgot everything that's kept me alive this long."

"No! We broke up. Something happened, and we broke up. They said that I was really depressed when it happened. They said that someone had broken my heart beyond repair. That...that someone was you. A-and when I woke up...it was all gone. Everything from the last few years was gone. They were happy I'd forgotten you, because they hadn't seen me even smile for so long. You're the reason they've been so protective of me."

"Yes. We had a love story that was...beautiful. Then we broke each others' hearts, and..." Pitch held up a hand, pleadingly. "Please...kiss me once before you leave again. Give me something to remember of my beautiful dream."

Before he could answer, all Jack could think about was wondering why the floor was coming towards him so fast. His head hurt. That's all he knew...and then he knew nothing.


Pitch caught him before Jack's head could hit the floor. Now having a chance, he studied the body in his arms. It felt the same, and yet... Pitch ran gentle fingertips over Jack's forehead, wiping away a few errant locks of brown hair. "I love you, and that's why I'll let you go. Be happy, sweetling." Pitch felt a tear fall as he pressed his lips once more to Jack's, his hold loose on the smaller body.

When Jack finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Pitch's face. He realized that the man was holding him close, and he would have jumped away if he didn't feel so damn dizzy. "What're you doing?"

"Saying goodbye, sweetling."

"Why?"

"Because I've lost you. I won't hold on anymore to someone who doesn't want to be held. By me, at least."

"I..." He closed his eyes again with a sigh. "Clearly I had to have liked you if we were engaged and all. I'd be willing to try to get to know you again, but...I'd want to be friends only. What I need right now are friends, though, not exes coming back to try to win my love when I'm perfectly happy with Audrien."

"So, I'd only be your friend. You'd still be...with him, but friends with me." Jack nodded slowly. "Then I must watch my love die. How sad."

"You don't have to...but if you want to keep me around at all, that's the only way I'm going to agree."

"I do have to." Pitch smiled, a look of sad resignation clear. "To keep you, I must learn not to love you. I must see you only as a friend, not the man I gave my virginity to or the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with."

Jack shot up, immediately putting a hand to his dizzy head. "Wait, what?"

"Of course. You forgot that too." Pitch stood, brushing himself off. "I told you we loved each other. I mean that. We loved each other in all ways. To keep you, I'll also have to forget that. The feel of you, the way you breathe when you sleep...lying my head on your stomach as you rubbed my head..."

"We had sex?! You mean...I'm not a virgin, and I don't even remember it?!"

"It would seem so. But it's alright. You can forget again, and give yourself to that man you love so much." Pitch knew he sounded bitter, but he didn't care. Either way he went, he was losing the man he loved.

"You...did I give you both virginities or just one?"

"All of them. But it won't matter. Unlike a woman, a man's virginity can't be seen like that. For all he'll know, you're as pure as the undriven snow."

Jack blushed. "We...he doesn't care if I'm a virgin or not." He shyly rubbed the back of his head.

"Well then, it really doesn't matter then." Pitch felt angry and hurt. He wanted to scream and cry and punch the wall...but he didn't. He just kept talking. "Forget about me, Jack. I was just some whore to you. A bit of fun when you needed it, yet so easily forgotten and replaced. I'm glad you at least replaced me with someone mildly decent."

"I'm sure I didn't think you were just a whore. I'm not the kind of person who would use someone like that, even if I can't remember it."

"Regardless. No, Mr. Frost. I do not wish to be your friend. I would rather keep what pure memories I have of you safe. If that means letting you go, then so be it. Besides, you won't miss me much! I'm only a stranger, after all."

Jack frowned slightly. "Alright...I'm not going to force you to do something you clearly don't want to do. I'm sorry for disrupting your night. I'll just be on my way then." He turned, heading slowly towards the door.

"I'll always love you, Jack."

"I wish I could remember and say the same...but apparently you broke my heart. So maybe it's better that I don't remember."

"You broke my heart too. Remember that when you're sleeping in his arms."

"I'm not such a cruel person that I would do that to someone." Jack shot a look back at the other artist before leaving, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

"No? You told me you never loved me. What was it you said? Oh yes, I remember. 'What we had was nice while it lasted, but now...I don't want to be with you anymore. I don't love you anymore.' You broke my heart, Jack. But you did give me these." Pitch pulled his sleeves up, showing the scars on his wrists. "And these." He pulled his collar down, showing the pale scars on his throat. "And others. A very kind and thoughtful parting gift, don't you think?"

The brunette shook his head, brown eyes widening. "N-no. I...I would never hurt someone like that."

"No? The proof is right before you. It seems a broken heart and a razor can make fine friends...for a little while."

"You're...you're lying. You have to be lying!"

"Of course I do. You have to have everything perfect. You don't want to imagine that you could have left behind someone so hopelessly in love with you that they preferred death to a life without you."

"I wouldn't do that!" Jack turned and ran. He ran as far as he could before his rasping lungs couldn't take anymore abuse.

Strong arms wrapped around the thin waist, pulling him against a thick wall of muscle. Pitch leaned down, softly kissing Jack's temple. "Please...give me a chance. Give me a chance to earn your love again."

"L-let me go!" He struggled against the man, trying to free himself.

"No. I did once, and I have regretted it." Pitch lifted Jack's left hand up, his mouth whispering hotly against the skin of Jack's throat. "I remember these scars. Your hand was broken. I took care of you while you healed, but you left me before I could see the cast come off. I must say, they did a fine job. Though they destroyed it, didn't they? They wiped away the ice from your skin and sawed away the cast I created for you."

"I...my hand was broken? I knew that these scars were new, but...nobody would tell me what happened."

"You wouldn't paint again. You wouldn't even look at your studio. I made love to you in there, and we created something beautiful. That room made me fall so deeply in love with you that it almost brought me to my knees."

"No. Art is my life. I would never give it up just because of an injury. Never." He wanted so desperately to run away, but he couldn't help himself. This man he hardly knew was the first to tell him the truth of the years he was missing.

"But you did. You almost gave it up. I fought to bring you back. Your sister, Miss Toothiana, called me and told me that you were fading. I came back and gave you my whole heart, desperate to bring my Jack back."

"You knew Tooth?" Jack pulled away from him. "Have you seen her recently?"

"No. I assume she is with my friend. They're in love...as we once were."

"Oh..." He looked down at his feet. "I should really go. You said so yourself that you don't want to be my friend."

Pitch grabbed Jack's hand, lifting the palm to his lips. "I want to be, but not if there's no hope for me...for us." He took something from around his neck, laying it in Jack's hand. "I gave you this once. Keep it. It's yours, regardless of whether you love me or not."

"I...what is it?"

"I gave you this ring when I asked you to marry me. You left it for me when you told me to...to leave. I've worn it ever since to remind myself that I did love once and that, for a brief moment in time, you loved me once too."

Jack stared at the ring, turning it over in his fingers. "Look. I want to say that there is a chance for you...for us. But I can't. Even if something happens and Audrien and I break up. If what you told me about what happened to us is true...I had to have had a reason for leaving you. I can't just ignore that."

"Still...I'd like you to have it. Keep it as a sign of love. It is only an engagement ring, after all. You don't have to remember who gave it to you. Just remember you have it...in case this man of yours proves to be the Darcy you've always wanted."

"Thank you...thank you for understanding." Without another word, Jack turned and walked away, his fingers still playing with the ring on the chain.

*line break. account's being stupid about these lately :/ *

Pitch rubbed his bare neck, remembering the feeling of the now-missing chain on his skin. "Uncle, you'll never believe who I've seen."

"And who would that be, nephew? Kristianna, I hope?"

"Jack Frost."

deLuna's fingers suddenly gripped the book he was reading very tightly. "Oh? And how has he been doing?"

"He doesn't remember me. He's changed, Uncle. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. He's with someone else now." Pitch looked back down at his sketch pad.

"I see. You're not going to make the mistake of letting him back into your head, are you?"

Pitch held up his pad, a brown-haired, brown-eyed forest spirit on the page. "Too late."

The older man sighed. "I thought you had learned your lesson five years ago, Pitch. He broke your heart. He smashed it into a million pieces with no remorse. Don't give him the chance to do it again."

"He can't. It's impossible now. I've already given the pieces to him, and now they blow in the wind. I know he'll never love me again, and while there's pain...I'm content. I saw him again, and that is enough."

"That's good. I don't think you, or any of us for that matter, could take you going through another suicidal phase. It hurt Aerabella quite a lot last time, you know."

"I know. There'll be no suicidal phase, I promise. Back then, I thought Jack Frost lived in this world, a heart free of love for me. Now I know it's because he doesn't remember me. I can't blame him for that, and it certainly isn't enough to take a razor to my skin again."

"That's good to hear, nephew."

"Even as different as he is..." Pitch held the sketch out in front of him, running a finger down the lithe form. "...he still knows how to make me love him."

"Don't fall for him again, Pitch. It will only end in heartbreak yet again."

"Uncle, don't you understand by now? I will always love him. Every day he breathes, I fall for him again, even if I can't see him. I'm his, completely."

"Then at the very least don't act on that love. Try to move on. Go out with Kristianna again."

"I can't."

"And why is that?"

"I'm going out with Jack tonight. I told him it would be dinner between friends, but...when have I ever settled for anything less than complete devotion when it comes to him?"

"Let me ask something, nephew. Is Mr. Frost alright with your advances?"

Pitch froze, his pencil hovering over the page. "I...I don't know. A part of him resists me...and another part remembers, even though he doesn't."

"Then perhaps you should honor his wishes. If he does not wish to be with you like that any longer, you shouldn't try to push him."

"I know, but I need to try. The love we had...it was too good to just let go."

"He let it go. So should you."

Pitch looked up quickly but then slowly lowered his eyes. He grasped the edge of the page and tore it out, crumpling it into a ball in his hands. "You're right. Besides, where has love ever gotten me? It made me a widower and now jaded because of a man. It would seem love has failed me."

"Indeed. One doesn't need love to be happy."

"I know. I see it in how you live."

"Them you should follow by example. Go out with Kristianna again, Pitch. If not for love, go for the pleasant company."

"I have an even better idea." Pitch stood, grabbing his cell phone before going to his bedroom and closing the door behind him. He dialed and held the phone to his ear. "Mr. Frost? It's Pitch."

"Pitch? Hey. What's up?"

"Bring your boyfriend tonight. I've been very rude to him, and I'd like to make it up to him."

"Um, alright, I guess. I'll see, if he isn't busy, if he can come."

"Please insist. I would very much like the chance to speak with him. He is such a...perfect young man, after all."

"Alright..." Jacks voice sounded suspicious.

"I look forward to seeing you both tonight. Until then, Mr. Frost." Pitch ended the call, dialing a new number. "Kristianna, my dear. What would it take to make you forgive me for being so negligent?"

The woman chuckled on the other end of the line. "I suppose a dinner would suffice."

"How about tonight? I'll pick you up."

"Sure. What time should I be ready?"

"7:30. Oh, and wear the sexiest dress you have. I plan on showing you off tonight."

She chuckled. "Alright. May I ask who I'm being shown off to?"

"Do you want the truth?"

"That would be nice, yes. I'd like to know what I'm getting into."

"Jack Frost and his boyfriend."

"Ah. Trying to make him see what he's missing out on?"

"No. I'm trying to extend a white flag. He's moved on...and I want to too."

"So tell me, am I dressing sexy for your sake or for his?"

"Both. More for mine than for his. I missed you, and I want to show you a good time."

"Then I know just what to wear. I'll see you tonight, Pitch."

"See you tonight, Kristi."


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