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Pam never had felt so disappointed. She thought tonight was the night. It was so perfect: the Ferris wheel, the music, the fireworks. And then Jim, he was so oddly excited that entire day. She thought for sure this was it. But it wasn't. Instead she had to watch as Andy took the microphone and make a very awkward proposal to Angela. Pam felt a little part of her shatter in jealousy; she secretly had hoped that Angela would say no to make Andy shut up.
"You know, I just really thought that Jim was going to propose tonight."
After she confided to the camera crew her obvious disappointment she went to find herself a beer. Jim had disappeared somewhere for what seemed like ages ago, and that was a comfort to her for the time being. She couldn't help but feel a little cheated; like this perfect day was stolen by somebody else's happiness.
She tilted her head back to let the cool liquid of the alcohol sooth her suddenly tight throat. She used the brick wall of the building to support her weight, staring at the sparkling lights of the Ferris wheel.
She couldn't help but feel a little angry at Jim, albeit unwarranted, but why had he been joking so much about proposing if he didn't intend to?
Her eyes settled on Dwight, and she knew that whatever she was feeling, he was feeling a million times as dreadful. "I guess it could be worse," she muttered out loud as she drained the rest of her beer and padded off the find herself another one. This was going to be a long night.
Jim was left wondering around the premises of Dunder Miflin, nursing an already warm beer. The weight of the little velvet box a constant reminder of his lost chance. "Fucking Andy," Jim muttered for what seemed like the mullioned time in the last hour. But that's all he could do; curse the man who stole his moment. Everything was going perfectly. He had the ring in his hand, he was about to do it. . .
"Fucking Andy," he muttered again as he took another swig. He wished he could be drunk. He really wished he could rewind and replay the moment; like it was suppose to happen. He worried if he had missed his chance. What if she would have said no? Cold fear rushed through his veins like a toxin. What if she said no? He thought again. She had been engaged once before, and she was just accepted into an incredible art program. What if marriage wasn't in her deck of cards? What if she didn't want to be engaged, to be married? To him? At that thought he drained the rest of his beer and took a new one from his suit pocket. He knew he would have to find her eventually. To face the doubt and dread of her face. He sat down on the sidewalk. He could still see the fence from where he sat. He remembered the night his cockiness got them locked into the stupid office.
He reminisced of all the things that he's screwed up in his life; but he didn't want this moment to be one of those moments he'd look back and regret the one perfect moment that got away. He threw back his beer and chugged; trying to forget this terrible day.
Pam had just finished her third beer before she started to feel slightly inhibited. She walked over to Angela, congratulating her in a muted, soft voice.
"It's just so wonderful," She started, beer in hand as she stared at the sparkling ring on Angela's left hand. "You must be really happy." It wasn't really a question; just a confirmation that this was what was supposed to happen tonight for Angela and Andy.
Angela, for her part, just stared back at her- her face neutral.
"Yes, I suppose," she started, but Pam didn't miss that she wistfully stared at Dwight's direction.
"Well you should be happy.," Pam told her frankly. "Because you should be with the one that you love. And this is what happens when you're in love." Pam realized the lump developing in her throat. She chased it away with her beer. Suddenly everything became clear for her.
She stared at Angela with intensity. "You should be with the one you love." She enunciated more than she needed to, but she wanted to get the point a crossed.
Angela finally met her gaze. Pam looked from her ring to Angela's hidden gaze into Dwight's directions. She smiled sadly. "Be with the one you love." Angela smiled weakly and stared freely into Dights direction, Pam nodded as she walked away and gulped at her fourth beer, knowing full well what she had done.