Subside
Title: Subside
Featuring: Jim/Pam
Rating: K+
Summary: He's waited so long for nothing.
Author's Note: So this is my first try at a sad-ending for Jim and Pam. I never thought I would write one and it killed me to do so. I'm not trying to make anyone cry, I swear. I know I cried throughout the entire process of writing it. Hopefully it won't hurt you too much. [Takes place somewhere during the summer after Season 4. It's up to your interpretation to what started the fight - this is just what happened in between and how it all ended.]
“I can’t,” Pam breathed into the warm summer air.
The words bit at Jim’s ears and stung like shards of glass plunging into his bare skin. He’s heard those words before. He knows what they mean.
“I’ve waited…so long…” Jim stuttered angrily, his fists clenched at his sides.
They stand silently, hushed by the regret building in each of them.
“I just…” Pam whispered, stepping closer to him, searching for understanding.
Jim stepped back and glared at her. His brows creased in confusion, his expression full of complete and utter sorrow, but rage behind its shell.
“Can’t, right? You love saying that, don’t you? I’ve waited for so long and this - this is what happens to us?” Jim growled, hating how his words sounded so selfish. But wasn’t she being selfish, too?
“I’m sorry - I just need time,” Pam said, her words trailing off; a train wreck in the making. They were alone in a park on the outskirts of Scranton, nestled between a circle of trees and plush landscaped flowers. They could say anything to each other but each word was a catalyst to an endless chain of reactions.
“Time? We’ve had time, Pam! It’s our turn now! I’ll drive to New York every night if I have to! I don’t care about the distance; it doesn’t even matter to me!” Jim assured her, the anger subsiding slightly and determination taking its place.
He stepped forward, taking her hands in his. He needed this - he needed her and it was to the point now where he didn’t know how to make her see that.
“It’s not the distance…” Pam sighed, her eyes glossy under the streetlight’s luminance.
“Then what is it? Tell me Pam, please tell me,” Jim begged, on the verge of whimpering. He squeezed her hands beneath his, his eyes pleading.
She pulled her hands away slowly and Jim realized he was losing her.
“I will do anything for you Pam! Anything!” Jim cried, reaching aimlessly for her hands but with no avail.
“I don’t think it will work,” Pam stated quietly hesitating to elaborate.
“I will make it work! We love each other, Pam! I know it!” Jim retorted, yearning to convince her. He stared at her, devastated, a tear running down his soft face.
A gentle wind blew between them, a symbol of separation, loss, and the inevitability of relationships.
Pam took a step back, her curly auburn locks falling off her slouched shoulders.
“We never had the timing right,” Pam whispered, breaking away.
Slowly her eyes rose to meet his and she hesitantly exhaled, a single tear drizzled down her cheek, swung toward her mouth and slipped past her jaw line, plummeting toward the cement sidewalk beneath them.
Pam’s eyes drifted to the ground and she shook her head painfully slow.
She turned and walked away, not daring to look what she left behind.
Jim was unable to move, devastated as Pam walked down the solemn path in the small park.
Tears were streaming down his face as he stared into the distance, his world collapsing around him on all levels. Their house, their plans, their future; all falling apart with every step she took and every tear he cried.
“Why?” was the only word that ran through Jim’s mind. He went through years of despair, years of suffering, and years of fighting for her and this is what he gets?
Fury filled Jim’s heart, clogging the heartache and stopping the avid tears. His teeth clenched as his right hand dove into his coat pocket. His finger brushed along the small, velvet black box and he grasped it, never feeling sicker in his life.
He turned, took a few steps to his right, and gently placed the box on the oak bench. He looked at it for a moment, tears streaming down his face, seeing his future drift away. He turned and walked away; leaving everything he had known as himself behind.
He was tired of wanting; needing.
He was tired of trying; waiting.
He was done.
It was over.
He lost her.
Featuring: Jim/Pam
Rating: K+
Summary: He's waited so long for nothing.
Author's Note: So this is my first try at a sad-ending for Jim and Pam. I never thought I would write one and it killed me to do so. I'm not trying to make anyone cry, I swear. I know I cried throughout the entire process of writing it. Hopefully it won't hurt you too much. [Takes place somewhere during the summer after Season 4. It's up to your interpretation to what started the fight - this is just what happened in between and how it all ended.]
“I can’t,” Pam breathed into the warm summer air.
The words bit at Jim’s ears and stung like shards of glass plunging into his bare skin. He’s heard those words before. He knows what they mean.
“I’ve waited…so long…” Jim stuttered angrily, his fists clenched at his sides.
They stand silently, hushed by the regret building in each of them.
“I just…” Pam whispered, stepping closer to him, searching for understanding.
Jim stepped back and glared at her. His brows creased in confusion, his expression full of complete and utter sorrow, but rage behind its shell.
“Can’t, right? You love saying that, don’t you? I’ve waited for so long and this - this is what happens to us?” Jim growled, hating how his words sounded so selfish. But wasn’t she being selfish, too?
“I’m sorry - I just need time,” Pam said, her words trailing off; a train wreck in the making. They were alone in a park on the outskirts of Scranton, nestled between a circle of trees and plush landscaped flowers. They could say anything to each other but each word was a catalyst to an endless chain of reactions.
“Time? We’ve had time, Pam! It’s our turn now! I’ll drive to New York every night if I have to! I don’t care about the distance; it doesn’t even matter to me!” Jim assured her, the anger subsiding slightly and determination taking its place.
He stepped forward, taking her hands in his. He needed this - he needed her and it was to the point now where he didn’t know how to make her see that.
“It’s not the distance…” Pam sighed, her eyes glossy under the streetlight’s luminance.
“Then what is it? Tell me Pam, please tell me,” Jim begged, on the verge of whimpering. He squeezed her hands beneath his, his eyes pleading.
She pulled her hands away slowly and Jim realized he was losing her.
“I will do anything for you Pam! Anything!” Jim cried, reaching aimlessly for her hands but with no avail.
“I don’t think it will work,” Pam stated quietly hesitating to elaborate.
“I will make it work! We love each other, Pam! I know it!” Jim retorted, yearning to convince her. He stared at her, devastated, a tear running down his soft face.
A gentle wind blew between them, a symbol of separation, loss, and the inevitability of relationships.
Pam took a step back, her curly auburn locks falling off her slouched shoulders.
“We never had the timing right,” Pam whispered, breaking away.
Slowly her eyes rose to meet his and she hesitantly exhaled, a single tear drizzled down her cheek, swung toward her mouth and slipped past her jaw line, plummeting toward the cement sidewalk beneath them.
Pam’s eyes drifted to the ground and she shook her head painfully slow.
She turned and walked away, not daring to look what she left behind.
Jim was unable to move, devastated as Pam walked down the solemn path in the small park.
Tears were streaming down his face as he stared into the distance, his world collapsing around him on all levels. Their house, their plans, their future; all falling apart with every step she took and every tear he cried.
“Why?” was the only word that ran through Jim’s mind. He went through years of despair, years of suffering, and years of fighting for her and this is what he gets?
Fury filled Jim’s heart, clogging the heartache and stopping the avid tears. His teeth clenched as his right hand dove into his coat pocket. His finger brushed along the small, velvet black box and he grasped it, never feeling sicker in his life.
He turned, took a few steps to his right, and gently placed the box on the oak bench. He looked at it for a moment, tears streaming down his face, seeing his future drift away. He turned and walked away; leaving everything he had known as himself behind.
He was tired of wanting; needing.
He was tired of trying; waiting.
He was done.
It was over.
He lost her.