This was a short little one-shot that I wrote tonight. I was listening to "Hold Me Down" by Motion City Soundtrack and it inspired me to write some Pam/Roy stuff. I know, I should be working on "Giraffes", right? Well, Iʻm figuring that out right now so just know. I didnʻt give up on that story! Also--this isnʻt betaʻd. Please enjoy!
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You're the echoes of my everything/You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night./ You're the laziness of afternoon/You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom./You're the leaky sink of sentiment/ You're the failed attempts I never could forget./ You're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love... - Hold Me Down, Motion City Soundtrack
Roy was welcomed with silence as he entered the apartment. Something was different. It seemed empty. Her sketchbooks werenʻt on the desk. All of her paints were gone. Her presence wasnʻt there anymore. He started to panic.
He rushed into their bedroom to find that her jewelry box and make-up were not on the vanity. He opened her drawers to find them empty. He was contemplating calling her cell-phone when he found a letter on her side of the bed. He picked it up, and it read:
Dear Roy,
Iʻm sorry you were out with your friends when I wrote this. But this was it. Iʻm done. Youʻre probably shocked by this, but I knew for a while that this wasnʻt going to work out.
The first seven years were great. Know that. When you proposed to me I was sure that I was going to spend the rest of my life with you. I thought that this was what I wanted, but I realized that it wasnʻt.
Youʻre not the same, Roy. You just arenʻt. You donʻt surprise me with flowers anymore. You hardly acknowledge me when I enter the room or say hi. You donʻt comfort me when Iʻm sad, and you donʻt support me with anything that I do. You never never thank me. You donʻt appreciate me anymore. I donʻt think I deserve that. Do you think so?
I packed my clothes when you were gone. They were loaded in the car before you got home. Iʻm going to stay at my parents to sort things out, and this Saturday my dad is going to come and pick up the rest of my things. Just donʻt be there. Please understand that this is very hard for me. You were all I knew and we had some good times and memories to share. I hope youʻll forgive me one day.
Iʻm Sorry,
Pam
Inside of the letter was her engagement ring. He sat down on the bed. He wasnʻt angry, or irritated. Just an overwhelming feeling of sadness and loss. He only started crying when he noticed the picture of her and him on the nightstand was gone.
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