Hey everyone! I know, I'm starting a new story before I'm finished with my other one. I just got this idea. It will be a series of moments we don't get to see. So please let me know what you think! I hope you like it! It's a little short, but i should have a new chapter up soon. Enjoy!

May 2006

The car windows were dark, the night creeping in from outside, mingling with the dense humid heat. She leaned, sobbing, into the steering wheel, pressing her fists hard into the seat, as if to make herself forget. Her salty tracks were staining the silk in dappled spots. Forget.

How could she ever forget? Better yet, how could she ever want to?

There had been that feeling of intense warmth, heartbeat flutters under her fingertips. She hadn't tried to resist; she couldn't admit to herself without intense guilt that, as wrong as it was, nothing could have felt more right. The tingling had crept up her spine as his fingers wrapped around her back; electricity through every inch of her. His lips against hers, the rustle of silk,

the smell of soap, aftershave, paper. His smell.

The way his impossibly blue eyes crinkled around the corners.

She was shaking with sobs, folding into the safety of the dark. She couldn't breathe anymore.

What was he doing now? Was he sitting at home, thinking of her?

She'd broken his heart, her best friend, the one who understood her better than anyone. Why was this feeling in her stomach so strong, this feeling of anger and resentment toward everyone but herself?

Or maybe just herself.

What had she done? Pam bit her lip. It still tasted of him.

He didn't have to kiss her. More over, she didn't have to like it. But the simple fact was there; she had. So much. More than any kiss, she leaned into it, the world faded away, fireworks exploding behind her closed lids.

He was her best friend. He could make her laugh on the worst day, pull off any prank, dry her tears. But he wasn't going to wipe them away now.

Curls limp, dress glinting with the moon, cheeks drenched in tears, she climbed painstakingly out of the car and up the cool concrete steps.

Rang the doorbell. It had to be one in the morning.

Her mother found her collapsed in the doorframe, heaving with fresh sobs.

Hands were in her hair, the smell and comfort of her mother enveloping her as though it was only a piano recital gone wrong, a sixth grade crush, a scrape from her bike. Except it wasn't.

Everything was wrong. And she didn't know how to make it right.

In the night, in the silence, if only Jim Halpert could have been there.

Because in those last few moments, as Pam sobbed into her mother's arms and the woman who knew her best in the world could do nothing to comfort her, she finally admitted to herself the very thing she'd known. In the space of breaking hearts and broken promises, she finally uttered the words he longed to hear;

"I love him," she breathed into the silence. "Mom, I love him."

And no one heard but the girl with the ring.

She slipped it off.

Diamonds glinted in the moon, as catching as her words.