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"Kris?" Flack asked tentatively as he walked into her apartment. When he didn't get an answer he continued.

"Kris where are you?"

No answer.

"Come on Kris, I know you're home."

"I'm in my bedroom."

Flack followed the sound of her voice, but stopped dead in his tracks when he got to her door. She was sitting on the floor with a cardboard box next to her and her eyes were red from crying. She had taken out the binder full of her wedding plans and the invitation. Her dress was spread out across her bed. He couldn't help but think that she would have look gorgeous in it.

Kristina saw him looking at the dress and started crying again. "I never got to wear it," she said through her sobs.

Flack rushed over and knelt down beside her. He held her until her cries died down. She looked up at him and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here." He ignored the smell of alcohol on her breath. How much had she been drinking? He would find out soon enough. "Kris what's wrong? I've never seen you like this. I'm really worried about you."

"Tin."

"What?"

"Tin. Traditionally, that's the gift you give your spouse on your tenth anniversary. If everything had gone according to plan, I would be getting tin today from my husband."

The realization hit Flack like a tidal wave. Today would have been her tenth wedding anniversary. Had it really already been two months since the anniversary of their deaths?

"God Kris. Honey I'm so sorry." He wrapped his arms tighter around her as fresh tears began to fall.

They sat there until she quieted down. Flack expected her to sit up, but when she didn't he moved slightly so he could look at her. She had fallen asleep. He chuckled and moved to get up. Flack quickly put her dress on a chair and picked Kristina up. He gently laid her on the bed, pulled the covers over her, and kissed her forehead.

He went over to the box and placed everything back inside pausing to look at the invitation. He smiled as he looked at her name written in the fancy script. Flack caught himself hoping she could have that again. He quickly put the invitation in the box and put it at the back of her closet. Then he went to the chair and picked up the dress. She really would have looked absolutely stunning walking down the aisle. Smiling he hung the dress up in her closet.

Flack took one last look at a sleeping Kristina and walked out of the room. He didn't want to leave. He couldn't leave. He knew that he needed to be there for Kristina when she woke up. So he went in to the kitchen to get something to eat, but he found very little food. No wonder she constantly asked him to buy her food. She didn't have anything here. He decided this had to change and quickly made a grocery list.

Before he left, Flack decided to go ahead and take out the trash. As he picked up the bag, he heard the clanking of several bottles. He opened the bag and saw more beer bottles than a single person should have. There were a couple of vodka and whiskey bottles in there as well.

"What the hell?" Flack glanced at her bedroom door. "Kris what's going on with you?"

He shook his head and closed up the bag. Pocketing the grocery list he walked out the door and locked it.

Kristina was woken up by one of the most amazing smells ever. She looked around her room expecting to see a mess, but found that it was gone. She figured Flack must have picked it up last night. She slowly got out of bed and walked into the kitchen. There she was met with a hilarious sight.

Flack was standing in front of her stove cooking bacon and eggs. And wearing her apron. It was pink. With flowers. Kristina cleared her throat to make her presence known. Flack turned around with a big smile on his face.

"Kris! You're finally up. How did you sleep?"

"I slept great. Thank you for picking up my mess last night."

"It wasn't a problem. I also bought you some groceries. And took out your trash…" Flack's voice trailed off when he mentioned the trash.

Kristina noticed this and suddenly felt uncomfortable. "Oh, um, thanks."

Flack sighed and turned all of his attention toward Kristina. "Kris… what's goin on? Why were there so many bottles in that trash bag?"

"Don it's nothing. That was several weeks' worth of trash. Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

"You didn't look fine last night. And if you hadn't thrown your trash out for several weeks then why wasn't there any food in it? Why aren't you eating here?" Flack knew he sounded accusatory, but she wasn't taking care of herself. And he couldn't stand to see her like this.

"Just because I don't have food in the trash doesn't mean I'm not eating, Don. It's none of your business when or where I eat. And so what if I get home and have a few beers? You can't stand there and tell me that you don't do the same thing."

"This isn't about me Kris. Something is wrong and you won't tell me what it is."

"Because I don't know!" Kristina screamed. "I don't know what's wrong with me!"

She started to cry again and Flack rushed over to her. "Kris, no. Please stop. I didn't mean to make you cry. I just care about you and I want to help you through this."

Kristina looked up at him. "I know Don. But I don't know how you can help me. I don't even know what's wrong with me."

"Then I can help you figure it out. You just have to let me in. Please. Let me in." The pleading look in Flack's eyes made Kristina's heart break. Since when did he care so much for her? When did their relationship change?

"Don, I'm sorry. I just can't. I'm not ready."

Flack sighed. "It's been ten years Kris."

"And it's been five for you. What's your point?"

"My point is that it's time for both of us to move on. Kris, there's something between us. Something more than just being friends. I can feel it. And I think you can too. I think it just scares you because you're afraid that you'll forget him. But you won't. You know why? Because I won't let you. He was the first man you loved."

"That's not true."

"What?"

"He wasn't the first man I loved. You were. But you were too old for me and you were my best friend's big brother. I couldn't do anything about it so I moved on."

"Kris…"

"Look I'm still really tired. Thank you for making me breakfast, but could you please go?"

"Kris, please don't do this."

"Don. Please go."

Flack slowly took off the apron and turned off the stove. He grabbed his jacket and walked out the door. He didn't say a word. He didn't trust his voice. He just left.

Kristina locked the door and began to cry again. Deciding that she would clean up the kitchen later, she went into her bedroom. She laid down on her bed and cried herself to sleep.