Disclaimer: If I owned the Office, do you really think Jim and Pam would still be in it?
Sorry it has taken me a couple of days to upload this. For some reason, it said that I didn't get any readers from Thursday until last night so I was kind of discouraged and unmotivated. However, it was fixed and I realized loads of people read it and were probably like dying for this chapter to come out (exaggerated? I sure hope not.) This was going to be the final chapter, but I decided it needed an epiloge because I didn't want it to end the way it did, yet I still wanted this ending (sorry if that's confusing.) Anyways, I am in the process of writing (well, typing) The End (bum bum bum.) (I just noticed that I use way too many parentheses.) Oh and sorry if Ryan seems OOC. I tried to keep him as Ryan as possible while still getting mushy and fluffy (is that a paradox?)
In case you didn't figure it out yet, I'm the doll you threw away,
At the wedding of Jim and Pam we rekindled or ill-defined relationship. I guess after some reconsideration, I had come to the conclusion that despite my pride and dignity (what was left of it anyway,) she was somehow the best I could do. I never got the feeling of falling in love. Never felt my heart pounding through my chest when she walked my way. Never did I have the inability to stop smiling when she crossed my mind. Never did I cry myself to sleep yearning to be near her, to hear her voice. But somewhere during our 'Movie Mania Mondays' and TV phone calls (where I'd watch American Idol while she watched Grey's Anatomy then share the details on the mutual commercial breaks,) I couldn't imagine a future without her. I don't consider myself a sappy guy, or one that gets sickened over love, and perhaps it's only because I've been with her for 6 years and I have seen my fair share of romantic comedies, but I think that maybe possibly she is 'the one.' So, let me explain myself further to avoid any misconception. I'm not in love with her. But I think that she is the one I am supposed to 'be with', fate, or whatever. Sometimes, I will wake up in the middle of the night and subconsciously check on her, just to make sure she's okay before I even realize I'm doing it or have time to stop it. Her chattering is remarkably soothing. And sometimes cuddling is not all that terrible. Sometimes I feel like I am the only one that can really tolerate her insanity and she's the only one that can tolerate my inconsistence and commitment issues. As I was coming to terms with this matter, she broke up with me.
It was mid-February and the frosty air was enhancing my mood at alarming rates. Every afternoon I would travel to different parts of Scranton to take photos of the picturesque scenery for my blog. As I was on my way to pick her up to take her ice skating, my phone rang. I knew who the caller was by the ringtone she installed for herself.
'You're my hunny-bun, sugar-plum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin, you're my sweetie-pie. You're my cuppy-cake, gum—'
"I'm on my way, Kelly."
"Do you care about me?"
"Don't be stupid."
"You didn't answer my question. You don't have to say you love me or whatever because I know that's like super hard for you, but do you care about me?"
In the midst of me contemplating the different answers I could deliver, she sighed and concluded,
"I knew it. Ryan Bailey Howard, you and I are done."
I think I said last chapter was my favorite, however I changed my mind. This one is. Reviews would be lovely.