Here it is; it's a bit brief I'll admit, but everything that needs to be said has been said in previous chapters. So here you go!
Chapter 6- The End
There was a storm of flashing lights and fast-talking reporters outside, if she were to wonder near the window she would be able to hear the muffled sounds of wild accusations and speculation. She had purposefully turned off her phone because even if she didn't register it consciously, it was obvious to her that the good people of Dunder-Mifflin were ringing her cell - and house phone - off the wall. She didn't know what they were saying about them. What the latest Police findings were, where Roy could be now, what had happened exactly. God knew she didn't want to even think about any of that any time soon, maybe not ever. She sighed, stroking his hand with her thumb. Maybe later she'd call her mom from a hospital pay phone but at that moment, staring down at… She didn't have the strength to stand, not yet. God dammit she couldn't even form words, couldn't even describe or process what she was sitting next to.
All she knew was that the eyes of her beloved, beloved Jim were still closed and she wished more than anything to see those emeralds again.
You told me you were in love with me. You wanted more than what we had. You were sorry you had misinterpreted our friendship.
I told you that "I can't". I wanted you to know that what we had was so important to me. I was sorry you had misinterpreted our friendship.
Why did I let you go? Letting her eyelids fall, she cursed herself.
Stupid scared little girl.
Through the growing darkness, something squeezed her hand. Opening her eyes, she looked down at her hand and found it in his. Still, that pressure. Wandering her gaze to his face she gasped. He was looking at her. And in that moment, she knew that she would never let go ever again.
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It was sunny. Light hands wafting through the trees, tussling hair gently, slowly turning little toy windmills in a few front gardens. There were few people and cars on the street, the beach's call had been strong that day. A small group of young children skipped past, a front door opened and closed and a car pulled up to a driveway opposite the figure sitting alone in his car.
He watched the car's engine be switched off and a youngish looking woman climb out of the driver's seat. The passenger door opened but the woman walked round and helped the passenger out. He was tall, and from the way he walked, seemed quite weak. It looked a little odd, the short woman guiding the man to the house, slowly but with inphrasable care.
The couple went inside and suddenly the light dimmed in the observer's car. His hands gripped the steering wheel with animal strength, but as he pulled his gaze away they relaxed. It was over.
In complete darkness, he ignited the engine, looked once more at the house and then drove away.