A/N: The final chapter.
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Acrophobia, Chapter 7
In spring, when it felt as if his heart had been sucked dry and it hurt to move because of the pain, he approached her in the parking lot.
"Hey … don't try to lose too much money, all right? We still want a honeymoon."
He smiled to himself as he walked closer. Roy Anderson: big, surly, a borderline alcoholic and a Dunder Mifflin warehouse worker. He hadn't changed a bit.
She nodded and waved as the truck started to pull away. "Bye!"
The dress she wore was beautiful, the purple-blue material sparkling in the starlight. He watched her fiancée drive around the corner, promising to keep an eye on her, and stuck his hands in his pockets.
As he came to stand closer to her, he was once again reminded that he had nothing, nothing left. He used to get dizzy and giddy when he was around her, a whole assortment of emotions coursing through his body all at once. But now … all that was there was a sad, empty sensation, and an assortment of bad feelings that made him feel like his whole life was falling apart around her.
No one could live this high up on a mountain for so long. The air was thin, making it hard for him to breathe. The wind was cold and the devastating drop before him was petrifying. Sleeping was out of the question. Food had no taste.
He had run out of ideas, excuses and opportunities.
"Hey, uh … can I talk to you about something?"
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He would get to hear the wind whistle past his ears, he would get to feel the air ruffle his sleeves as gravity pulled him towards the ground. And he was sure that the terrifying feeling of losing everything would be better than what he was going through now.
That knowledge didn't make this any easier. His chest was still tight and he still couldn't breathe.
Somewhere outside his mind, away from the little rock ridge, he could hear her teasing him about losing at poker. He slowly shook his head at what she was saying, and she quieted, waiting.
Pam Beesly was looking at him expectantly, rocking back and forth on her heels and giving him chills.
I love you. I'm in love with you.
This time the words wouldn't get lost.
He counted two seconds. The jumping was the hardest part. As soon as that was over with, the falling would just happen. It would just happen and he would plummet quietly to the ground and soon it would be over.
So, with that thought firmly in mind, he stepped up to the edge of the little rock cliff, his toes sticking out over the top. He wasn't going to try to climb down, and he wasn't going to fling his arms up to catch himself.
He bent his knees. He wasn't going to retreat back to the wall of the mountain this time, either.
He spread his arms. No more waiting. No more breathing the cold, merciless mountain air.
Finally, finally he would get to see what was underneath the clouds.
He took a breath.
"I was just …"
And with that, Jim Halpert gathered all of the courage he had left, looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, and leaped.
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A/N: And that's it! Thank you so much to my readers/reviewers.
And I'll be back soon, don't worry. I already have another story is progress, so I'll see you guys then.
