Title: Everything
Author: Emma
Email me: emilyangelpacey@hotmail.com
Summary: (P/J story) Pacey loses some one close to his heart, who will be there for him…
Disclaimer: Don't own em' well except for Sarah
A/N: 2nd fic, I know it's not that good but I would love to hear everyone's opinion.
Please Read and Review :)
On the horizon a soft glow was sinking. Falling. Leaving the world in darkness. He was left alone. Scared and alone, the sea crashed against rocks sweeping back into the sea rhythmically, he watched the ocean gently crash against the white sand. He glanced up at the house on the edge of the beach the white porch door creaking in the wind. Never had he seen his house so unwelcoming, usually it was basked in candlelight, the sound of sweet laughter from inside, or the sight of two entangled bodies in the hammock in front of the house. Not anymore. Never would the house be filled with the things he loved most on earth. They could no longer be. He buried his bare feet deeper into the sand and wrapped the blanket tighter around him. He drew a deep breath the smell of the ocean filled his lungs, she used to smell like the ocean, no matter how much she washed her hair their was always a faint scent of ocean. Every night he would nestle into her blond curls and would breathe in the scent of the ocean during the night. He turned once again, gazing up at the house on the porch sat her Nikon camera on the tripod, it was her favorite she would take pictures of the beach at sunrise. He remembered asking her once why she took so many; she simply replied she was waiting for the perfect sunrise. I didn't understand what she meant all the sunrises were breathtaking on the beach, but he did not question her she was so passionate about her photography that it was her profession. Pacey swallowed the lump in his throat, there were too many memories he was surrounded by the essence of her. Everything in his life was some how connected to her.
It was his fault he had cut him self off from everyone and engrossed himself with the woman he loved. He deeply believed that he had everything he needed in his life. He had found Sarah he had a beautiful house on the beach in the Florida Quays and his dreamboat. Never had he thought that Pacey Witter could deserve everything, he didn't. That's why she was torn away; he was being punished for taking his life for granted. He assumed that his life from here on in would be perfect. Then Sarah got sick.
Sarah. Not such an exotic name. He found it plain when they were introduced, but in no way was she plain. Sarah is-was an extraordinary woman and when she stepped into a woman you immediately took notice of her. Her green eyes alive with every move, you could read her soul through her eyes. He short cropped bouncy curled hair shaped her face and her scarlet red lips. She was beautiful. Pacey begun to shake with anger, why had this happened to her! Why now? Why her!
The sickness cancer had taken over her so quickly, it was heart wrenching, in her eyes she lost all hope, it was unbearable to watch her slip away, to see her fade away, to see such a strong soul be snatched away be a sickness. Pacey suddenly gasped for air as nausea crept over him and the bile reached his throat, bent over hand in the ocean, Pacey Witter sobbed for his wife.
A small hand rested on his back the warmth of the hand coming through his shirt, he recoiled from the touch frightened and also annoyed he didn't want to speak to anyone right now, especailly to the people who had told him how onderful his wife was when they didn't even give the time to know her properly. They didn't care about her or the life that she had and no one cared about him, or about how he felt. "Hey." A small voice said. He knew that voice well, He turned to the face of Andie. "Andie?" He whispered, it had been a long time, to long, as she smiled comfortingly at him. She pulled him into a hug and he hugged her back bringing her close, glad she was here, he wasn't at all surprised Andie always seemed to be there for him when life took a wrong turn. Then she had gone and left for Italy. He had missed her. "I'm sorry Pacey." Pacey nodded softly then released her slightly embarrased he had been telling himself that he didn't need anyone that he had to be alone, and the first familiar, friendly face he saw he wrapped his arms around. He took a sharp intake of breath as the situation swept over him and he once again felt his world fall apart. "Can I help." "You already did." Which was true she took the pain away for a brief second. The only second he'd had in a long while.
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I don't know if it's worth continuing let me know what you think. OH and this is a P/J story so tgive me time :)
Author: Emma
Email me: emilyangelpacey@hotmail.com
Summary: (P/J story) Pacey loses some one close to his heart, who will be there for him…
Disclaimer: Don't own em' well except for Sarah
A/N: 2nd fic, I know it's not that good but I would love to hear everyone's opinion.
Please Read and Review :)
On the horizon a soft glow was sinking. Falling. Leaving the world in darkness. He was left alone. Scared and alone, the sea crashed against rocks sweeping back into the sea rhythmically, he watched the ocean gently crash against the white sand. He glanced up at the house on the edge of the beach the white porch door creaking in the wind. Never had he seen his house so unwelcoming, usually it was basked in candlelight, the sound of sweet laughter from inside, or the sight of two entangled bodies in the hammock in front of the house. Not anymore. Never would the house be filled with the things he loved most on earth. They could no longer be. He buried his bare feet deeper into the sand and wrapped the blanket tighter around him. He drew a deep breath the smell of the ocean filled his lungs, she used to smell like the ocean, no matter how much she washed her hair their was always a faint scent of ocean. Every night he would nestle into her blond curls and would breathe in the scent of the ocean during the night. He turned once again, gazing up at the house on the porch sat her Nikon camera on the tripod, it was her favorite she would take pictures of the beach at sunrise. He remembered asking her once why she took so many; she simply replied she was waiting for the perfect sunrise. I didn't understand what she meant all the sunrises were breathtaking on the beach, but he did not question her she was so passionate about her photography that it was her profession. Pacey swallowed the lump in his throat, there were too many memories he was surrounded by the essence of her. Everything in his life was some how connected to her.
It was his fault he had cut him self off from everyone and engrossed himself with the woman he loved. He deeply believed that he had everything he needed in his life. He had found Sarah he had a beautiful house on the beach in the Florida Quays and his dreamboat. Never had he thought that Pacey Witter could deserve everything, he didn't. That's why she was torn away; he was being punished for taking his life for granted. He assumed that his life from here on in would be perfect. Then Sarah got sick.
Sarah. Not such an exotic name. He found it plain when they were introduced, but in no way was she plain. Sarah is-was an extraordinary woman and when she stepped into a woman you immediately took notice of her. Her green eyes alive with every move, you could read her soul through her eyes. He short cropped bouncy curled hair shaped her face and her scarlet red lips. She was beautiful. Pacey begun to shake with anger, why had this happened to her! Why now? Why her!
The sickness cancer had taken over her so quickly, it was heart wrenching, in her eyes she lost all hope, it was unbearable to watch her slip away, to see her fade away, to see such a strong soul be snatched away be a sickness. Pacey suddenly gasped for air as nausea crept over him and the bile reached his throat, bent over hand in the ocean, Pacey Witter sobbed for his wife.
A small hand rested on his back the warmth of the hand coming through his shirt, he recoiled from the touch frightened and also annoyed he didn't want to speak to anyone right now, especailly to the people who had told him how onderful his wife was when they didn't even give the time to know her properly. They didn't care about her or the life that she had and no one cared about him, or about how he felt. "Hey." A small voice said. He knew that voice well, He turned to the face of Andie. "Andie?" He whispered, it had been a long time, to long, as she smiled comfortingly at him. She pulled him into a hug and he hugged her back bringing her close, glad she was here, he wasn't at all surprised Andie always seemed to be there for him when life took a wrong turn. Then she had gone and left for Italy. He had missed her. "I'm sorry Pacey." Pacey nodded softly then released her slightly embarrased he had been telling himself that he didn't need anyone that he had to be alone, and the first familiar, friendly face he saw he wrapped his arms around. He took a sharp intake of breath as the situation swept over him and he once again felt his world fall apart. "Can I help." "You already did." Which was true she took the pain away for a brief second. The only second he'd had in a long while.
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I don't know if it's worth continuing let me know what you think. OH and this is a P/J story so tgive me time :)