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Lance sat down on the edge of his bed and opened a small box. He laid out its contents on the smooth surface of his bed. One by one, he picked them up and threw them into the trashcan. His eyes fell upon a small card the shape of a heart. The corners of his lips curved upward as he remembered the source of that card.

It was Valentines Day. Kitty's favorite time of the year. (a/n: I don't know if Kitty's favorite day is valentines day, but in my story, it is)

Kitty got all hyped up about that day and just to make her happy, Lance had gone out of his way to get dinner reservations at one of the fanciest, most romantic and most expensive restaurant in Bayville. He had regretted this decision at first but changed his mind instantly when he saw how happy Kitty was.

That Valentines evening was unforgettable

FLASHBACK

"Lance, where are we going?" Kitty looked up at Lance. "We've been driving around for some time now."

"Don't worry about it." Lance smiled at Kitty. "You'll know soon enough. Besides, we're almost there."

"You had better not be bringing me to some 'monster truck rally' like the last time."

"Don't worry, this is no monster truck rally," Lance said as he turned as he turned at a corner.

They sat for a few minutes in a comfortable silence.

"Well," he said a after a few minutes. "We're here."

Kitty looked at where Lance had taken her.

"Omigod. Lance. Is this – is this…"

"Yes, this is Alain Ducasse at the Essex House."(a/n: in case you dont know, its a super-duper fancyFrenchrestaurant in New York.)

Kitty turned to Lance. Tears were filling her eyes.

"Oh, Lance! Thank you!" She threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug. "I've always wanted to go here!"

"I know you have." Lance smiled at her, took her hand and led her inside. He looked at Kitty as they entered through the giant, beautifully carved wooden door of the famous French restaurant.

She was stunningly gorgeous.

She was wearing a single strapped livery white evening gown which swayed gently with her every move. And the look on her face as she entered the restaurant was priceless. He'd give anything just to take a picture of her to keep.

A penguin-looking waiter led the two of them to their table and they took their seats on the open terrace.

"Lance, this place is just so beautiful," Kitty gushed. "Thank you so much for bringing me her!"

"Don't worry about it." He wouldn't mind doing this everyday if he could just see her happy face over and over again.

"Oh, and by the way, I have something for you." She pulled out a small envelope from her purse. "It's not much compared to this, so please don't get mad." She handed him the envelope.

Lance took it from her and opened it.

Dearest Lance,

Happy Valentines Day! There's a bunch of things I want to say to you in this letter but I'll try to keep short, sweet and simple. First of all, I want to say thank you for everything that you have given me. Thank you for all the precious moments that I know I will treasure for the rest of my life. Thank you for always being there for me whenever I needed something strong to lean on. Thank you for always bearing with me, especially with my sentimental ways (like this card I'm giving you). Thank you for everything. Second of all, I want to say that you are probably the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don't ever want you to change. Not for anyone. Not even for me. Because I love you for the person you are. I love you with all my heart. With all my soul. With all of me.

Kitty :)

END FLASHBACK

Lance sighed, picked up the card and threw it into the trashcan.

He picked up another one and stared at it.

An old brown handkerchief. Lance grinned remembering the memory that came with the piece of cloth.

It was one really worth remembering.

FLASHBACK

Lance parked his Jeep outside the Institute and rang the doorbell. He looked at his watch.

7:00 pm.

He heard shouting from inside the mansion followed by a loud explosion. Lance saw smoke coming out from all the windows on the lower level. He heard more shouting before he saw Kitty run out of the door of the Institute and towards his Jeep.

She had tears streaming down her face.

"C'mon. Let's go." She hopped into the Jeep.

"Is something wrong?" Lance asked as he started the engine. "Did something happen back there?" Concern filled his voice.

Kitty looked straight ahead.

"Oh, no. Nothing out of the usual. Them trying to stop me from going out on a date with you. Me having to fight just so that I can get out of the door. It's nothing. Nothing at all."

Kitty looked up at Lance. He saw the hurt in her eyes. He felt the pain she was feeling. He leaned over and hugged her. He felt her shudder in his arms.

"Why can't they just let us be? Why do they keep on coming up with excuses just to make us breakup? Why can't they just leave us alone?" Kitty sobbed uncontrollably. She couldn't help it. All those things they said to her about Lance. All those lies. And they were supposed to be her closest friends. Her family.

Lance clutched tightly onto Kitty. He was trying hard not to cry. But he felt it. He felt all the emotions of Kitty. He felt her grief, pain, adversity. He wanted to make it go away. He wanted it to stop. He wanted her to feel better again.

They sat together in silence.

Minutes later, Lance pulled away and looked into Kitty's big blue eyes. They were still wet from the tears. He reached into his pocket and pulled a brown handkerchief. He reached over and wiped her tears away.

"Thank you, Lance. Thank you so much."

She looked at him and smiled. A smile of reassurance. A smile of sincerity. A smile of tranquility. A smile of contentment.

A smile full of love.

END FLASHBACK

Lance took the handkerchief and threw it into the trashcan. Then one by one, he began throwing everything else in.

Everything that once meant the world to him.

Things that was important before.

Kitty's happiness.

Kitty's contentment.

Kitty's love…for him.

But it was all gone now. All the love she once had for him. All the things that he had done just to get her. Just to show her how important she was to him. All gone. All those times with her. Gone.

When he was done, he picked up the trash can and brought it outside to the backyard (a/n: I don't know if they really have a backyard, but in my story, they do). Then, he emptied its contents and took out his lighter. He lit it the first thing that caught his eye. Then he watched each of them catch fire and slowly burn into ashes. He watched as the wind came and carried each of them away.

Little by little.

All of them.

All of his memories.

With Kitty.

sorry if i havent updated in a very long time. things have been pretty hectic for me. so to make it up to you, i made an extra lonog chapter. :) i hoped you like it...

also, sorry if you think its super cheesy and if you think that Lance is overacting...

once again, ITS NOT YET THE END!

please review! :)