A/N: Here's one of the things I have for you. A deleted scene. This would probably have gone somewhere...in there...I just didn't feel like it moved the story along, plus everyone ('specially POTO phans like me) know the whole "let go of the one you love"shpeil, so it went bye-bye. You can read it now.
Night was Montparnasse's favorite time of day. Then, the town was crawling with those who never showed their faces in the light. People in the night lived off lust and greed, temporary pleasures that they always came back for. Closing his eyes, he stood in the wonderful air of darkness. A voice to his right suddenly intruded.
"Tu vienes, cheri," came the coy words. Montparnasse, opening his eyes, saw the woman beckon to him.
"Non, merci, I'm not interested."
The woman frowned. "Wha's got ya down?"
"The matter of love." Montparnasse did not look the woman in the eye; how could he expect a whore to know anything about love? But he continued. "I love someone who's in love with another man. Well...not just someone...a...a friend..." His voice trailed off. Never before had Montparnasse been lost for words. Smooth, silky sentences were his norm. But the matter at hand was too complex for such suave manners.
"Bad buisness, fallin' in love with friends." The woman sighed and shook her head.
"And the man she loves...he hardly knows she's there."
"We can't choose 'oo we love, deary."
Montparnasse scowled and hunched he shoulders, burrowing himself into his jacket, hiding from the world. Voice muffled, he spoke again. "I do everything to make her smile. She keeps loving that damn boy."
Not wishing to make matters worse, but having no words of solace, the woman said what she had to. "Ya jus' gotta let 'er go. Only she knows 'oo she loves, ya can't change that. But love's a fickle thing. She'll come back. 'Night, messiuer."
"Wait." Montparnasse lay a hand on the woman's should, stopping her before she wandered off into the night. He dug around in his pocket, fished out two francs and held them out for the woman. "Thank you." Hesitantly, the woman took the coins, and Montparnasse was gone. He smiled sadly to himself as he melted into the shadows.
"No...she will never return..."