A/N: Follow-up, really, to the story I wrote years ago titled Happy Valentine's Day, Jack
Every year, for as long as he dared remember, he had dreaded this day. The advertisements, the songs on the radio, the store displays - each and every one a reminder of all that he'd had and lost. And then later, of all that he could never have.
He stepped into the darkened apartment, a bag of greasy Chinese take-out in his arms, prepared to spend this Valentine's Day, once again, alone.
Her voice came from the shadows, unexpectedly. He glanced up, moonlight casting her blonde hair silver as she sat waiting for him.
Because he wasn't alone anymore.