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She left. She just left him. He watched at Kristen stormed out of his room, his heart aching at the sight of her leaving. He wanted to follow her, so very badly, but he restrained himself and decided that it would be best for both of them to have a breather, they were both pretty steamed right now.
He started to pace, he'd never felt like this with anyone else, he was pretty sure that he was truly in love with Kristen, she brought up feelings within him that no one else ever did. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. Sure he loved her, but she hated him. Kristen couldn't even stand being in the same room as him for more than five minutes. He was positive that she hated him.
But he did kidnap her. Pitch wanted to make it up to her. He wanted her to be happy here, happy with him, but she claimed that the only thing that would make her happy was if she was released. But he couldn't possibly bring himself to do that.
He wanted to do something special just for her, something that would show her his true affections for her, and maybe, if he was lucky, brew up some feelings for him inside of her.
But what? What could he possibly do for her? Pitch growled aloud. He knew everything about her, he should be able to do something worthwhile for her, something that would make her happy.
He knew that she loved to play her guitar, maybe he could do something to that extent. But she also loved to read, he'd already gotten her all of her books, but was there anything he could do further?
He ran his hand through his hair again, he didn't know what to do for her! He thought he knew everything about her, well he did, but he wanted to do something so extremely nice for her. She deserved it.
Maybe he could take her somewhere? Even he had to admit his place was dismal, she did want to get out, maybe he could take her to a lake or waterfall somewhere, let her swim for a bit. Or maybe she'd want a companion! He could get her an animal of sorts, so she won't be lonely.
Maybe he'd just do it all! He'd do anything for her, so why not? Despite himself a smile creeped onto his face, Kristen would be so happy when he did all of this for her. He'd give her the presents first then he could take her out to a nice scenic lake and finally when they got back the animal would be waiting for her on her bed! He knew what he was doing now, Kristen would realize that he wasn't that bad after all, and she would realize that he really did have feelings, strong feelings, for her, and maybe she'd return them.
After all if he could get her to accept this, she'd start to enjoy his company. He'd grow on her, and she'd love him as he loved her.
He was fully smiling now, knowing that whatever he did couldn't possibly make her hate him more, he couldn't make a mistake, things can't get worse from here, only better.
But he needed to get ready.
He wanted to have this all ready by tomorrow, he couldn't have her angry at him any longer. He needed her to forgive him.
So he decided to start to prepare for the next day.
To start off he wanted to get her something that she'd love, and he knew exactly what he'd get her, a new guitar. He wanted to get her a green acoustic guitar, she had an old blue one back at her house, she loved it. Now he could get her a new one, which she would love just as much.
He also wanted to get her some new books that she might enjoy reading. He knew she preferred reading non-fiction, fantasy, and science fiction books, he just had to figure out how he'd get them and what books to get.
Pitch also already knew where he'd take her out. So that part was taken care of, there was just the one part left, a companion for her.
She was allergic to cats and dogs, but she'd always wanted a cat. Suddenly an idea stuck him, he could make her a cat, the same way he'd made his mares.
Pitch felt a smile creep onto his face once more as he pictured her reaction to her new pet. Immediately he started to fashion the cat using his black nightmare sand. He knew the cat wouldn't have any effect on Kristen because his nightmares didn't bother her.
Smoothly the sand started to form into a small black kitten. The kitten landed on his bed and started to prance around, flicking his tail gently, before nuzzling down into Pitch's pillow.
Pitch gently stroked the kitten's head and it nuzzled his head into Pitch's palm. He just knew that Kirsten would love his gift.
Now he was ecstatic, he couldn't wait to show Kristen her knew kitten. He just wanted her forgiveness.
He decided to go check on her, maybe she'd accept his apology after she'd had time to think about it for a bit, maybe she would be calmer.
Pitch left his room and walked down the hall to Kristen's room. He took a deep breath before giving a curt knock on her door.
He waited for a few minutes, but upon not hearing any reply he got worried and frustrated at the same time. He knocked again. "Kristen?!" He called through the door, hoping that she would answer him.
But once more there was no reply.
In an act of impulse Pitch chose to enter he room through the shadows, hoping to see that Kristen was all right, hopefully just asleep.
When he was in her room all he saw was the bed with the curtains closed shut. Pitch walked over to Kristen's bed, wanting to see how she was doing.
He reached out to open the curtains, but froze in a minute. He could hear her, she was crying quietly. He could barely hear it, it was muffled and he figured that it was because she was sobbing into her pillow.
Pitch wanted to comfort her, he wanted to hold her as she cried. He wanted to hug her to him and wipe away her tears. He wanted to kiss her gently, telling her everything was going to be alright.
But he couldn't do that, if Kristen knew he came into her room without her consent then she would hate him even more, and he couldn't risk that.
So instead he left. Pitch decided to go make Kristen some dinner, he knew she'd be hungry from today, after sleeping all day.
He quickly whipped up some dinner for her, a simple bowl of ravioli, her favorite dinner since she was ten years old. Pitch didn't even hesitate in going back to Kristen's room.
Once outside he knocked once more. "Kristen! I've brought you dinner, I though you might be hungry." He called through the door, hoping that she'd answer this time.
But to his surprise she did respond. "Go away! I'm not hungry!" She called out through the room.
He could hear her voice crack as she spoke, confirming that she was still crying, but only slightly. Pitch stood at the door for a second longer. "I'm coming in to bring you your food, then if you want I will leave you."
Then before she could respond he opened her door and let himself in.
She was sitting on her bed, tear stains down her cheeks, staring at him angrily. "I said stay out." She barked at him, quivering slightly.
He sighed and walked over to her bedside. "I brought you dinner, I thought you might be hungry so eat up." He instructed, handing her the dish he prepared.
Kristen hesitantly accepted it. "Thank you." She said quietly. "Now please get out." Pitch did exactly the opposite he sat down on the bed next to her. "I need to talk to you." He told her sounding strangely formal in the way he spoke.
She scooted away from him, wanting to put as much distance between the two of them as possible. "I don't want to talk to you Pitch." She shot back, hoping he'd leave her so she could eat peacefully.
"It will just be a moment. Kristen, I need to tell you that I am truly sorry for all that I've put you through. I need you Kristen and one day I hope you'll understand that, but please, forgive me. I am sorry, I only wish for your forgiveness." He said, staring into her teary eyes.
She clenched her teeth, and took deep steady breaths, holding her tears back. "I can't forgive you now Pitch, but… maybe someday I can." She said quietly, almost as if she couldn't believe she said that.
He stood up. "Alright, I understand, thank you." He said, then before she could protest he took her hand and swiftly kissed her wrist. "have a good night, I'll see you in the morning." With that he left her to her thoughts once more. Pitch quietly closed the door behind him, relishing in the feeling of her soft skin under his lips. She'd said 'maybe someday.' Hope filled within him at her words, someday she would forgive him, she just didn't know that the day would come tomorrow.
Quickly Pitch went back to his room, preparing for the next day.
so how did you guys like it?! Sorry once again another short chapter, but at least it's a faster update right? I am trying to get on a faster updating track and so far its working pretty well, I'm already starting to write chapter 8, It'll probably be up this weekend and at the latest this Monday. Please tell me if Pitch is too ooc, I've never really written before (this is my first story) so it's kinda difficult. But constructive criticism is gladly welcomed(: please review, it makes me write faster! Thanks(: ~IWSNT221B
