Silent Observers
She had a blog page. He had stumbled onto it quite on accident. He was surfing around, looking at all the friends of friends pages when he stumbled across hers. It had pictures of her drawings, only one of her and Roy. A list of her favorite books, favorite movies, favorite songs. And there, right there in the middle, her thoughts. She updated pretty frequently; at least every other week. A poem about being cold here, a thought about Michael there. It oozed her sweet, compassionate nature. He searched through the archives, and then he found it. The day after Casino Night, a posting. He glanced at the time, it was actually just a few hours after Casino Night, she hadn't been able to sleep then.
I don't think I've ever been this confused. In front of me is a man who has offered me everything, and I turned him down because I was scared. I gave up the love of an amazing guy, just to keep what I am comfortable with.
There wasn't an entry until a few days after he'd transferred
I never thought I could be so alone. I'm surrounded by people every day, and yet still, I feel like I'm the only person there. I miss him. I miss looking up at work and seeing him watching me. I miss watching him. I miss him laughing with me about a prank he's pulled. But, I hope he's happy.
He read over those words, he felt her anguish. But now he was far away, and was starting over. She no longer belonged in his life. Now he was just a silent observer in her life.
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She had stumbled across the website. Sitting right in front of her was his face, smiling broadly back at her. Pictures of Dwight's stapler, pencils, and other various office supplies floating in jello winking at her. Hidden in the middle of an album full of pictures of the office is one of her. He obviously took it when she wasn't looking. She is laughing at something, her face lit up. At the very end is a single picture of the two of them, his arm around her shoulders, laughing together. She searches through his blog, finding only nothing around the date of Casino Night, except a solemn note about changing offices. But there, the night that they talked on the phone, a single sentence.
Life is different without her.
Tears slowly slip down her face as she realizes, she has only become a silent observer of his life.
A/N: Just an angsty little thing that was running through my head. It's set somewhere after Jim transfers to Stamford. As always, review!