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Category: P/J


They sat on the docks, their legs dangling below, almost touching the crystals water
flowing below them. The cool October air bit them, and she brought her light jacket
closer around her shoulders. For early fall, the temperature had increasingly risen to a
low degree, which indicated a cold and frosty winter for Capside. She looked around her,
and saw that the deciduous trees had began to change color, the old leaves falling to the
ground. She smiled weakly, as she would be leaving everything in a matter of days.
School was going to be starting soon, and she wouldn't have all of the benefits of living in
a small town to lean on.


Repeatedly she reminded herself that she wanted to go to a big college, and get away
from the ties that kept her here. But then there was the piece, that childhood piece that
would always want to stay here.


Absentmindly, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and looked over to the man that
sat next to her. Oh, how she loved him. She loved him with every fiber within her body.
But sometimes love just wasn't enough. At least not for them.


He reached over and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together. When they were
together, he always gave her a special type of warmth that Dawson couldn't give her.
Sure, he did give her warmth, but Pacey, Pacey gave her a feeling that was filled with
desire and passion so strong.


He brought her hand up to his lips, and placed a gentle kiss on her thumb. She shook her
head. "Pacey, don't," she warned. She had to leave in a couple of days, and he, he was
making things even more difficult than they had to be. Everything between had always
been difficult. It all started when they had admitted their undeniable feelings last spring
in front of Dawson's porch with Andie and Will arriving shortly after the harsh words
were said.


"Joey, please. I don't have to go to work on that ship. I can pack my bags right now.
You just have to say the word, and I'll do it." Pacey tried to convince her that this was the
right thing to do, but by the look on her face that had just appeared, he knew that things
weren't going to change between them.


"Pacey, stop. You know that this is what has to be done. I have to go on to college in just
a couple of days now and you, you are going to work on the yaut this summer, and make a
name for your self. You can be Pacey Witter. And you can be back with what you love.
The ocean," Joey said.


"That doesn't matter to me. You do." He tried. He really did. But her decision was going
to stay the same. "Well, if that's the way you feel, then I have to go. I've gotta go, umm
do some last minute things before I catch my train Saturday," Pacey whispered.


Slowly, he got up, and began to walk away from Joey. As he walked away, he gave her
one last look before it all was going to end. Disappearing further into the night, he
brought his hands up to his bare arms, rubbing his hands quickly to help keep warm.
Climbing into the squad car, he backed out of the Potter's dirt and rocky drive way and
headed off to his house to begin packing.