It has been a week since Joey put her son up for adoption. She has been depressed and moody. She has not been to school because she did not want to face all the rumors.

Joey has stuck herself inside her dark bedroom. This entire year has been a mess for her. She could not believe she got pregnant. She could not believe she broke up with Pacey. She could not believe that she gave up her own baby.

Knock! Knock! Knock! On a Friday morning, someone was knocking on Joey's door. Joey did not respond. She was too sad to speak to anyone.

"Joey." Bessie crept her head inside.

"Bessie I'm really not in the mood to talk to anyone." Joey declared.

"Are you going to school today?" Bessie wondered in an irritated voice but she still was trying to stay calm.

"Bessie, I'm not up for it." Joey murmured.

"Fine. But there aren't that many days left in school. If you're not careful, you might have to repeat the eleventh grade." Bessie did feel like arguing with her. After all that Joey has been through, Bessie understood that she needed a break.

"I'll go to school Monday." Joey whispered.

After Bessie left, Joey felt like crying, but she did not. What would crying solve? She did not see the point to crying. It would not help her get her son back. It would not help her feel better. For all things, crying would make her feel worse.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Someone tapped on Joey's door.

"Bessie please leave me alone!" Joey snapped.

Bessie peaked her in again, "Joey, you have a visitor."

Joey sat up completely trying to calm down. When the door opened clearly, Joey saw that Dawson was there.

"Hey." Dawson greeted.

"Hi." Joey whispered quietly.

"I'll give you two some time alone." Bessie said leaving the room. She was hoping that Dawson could knock some sense into her.

Dawson sat down on the edge of Joey's bed. He noticed that she was a bit sad therefore he said, "Hey. What's wrong?"

"Dawson you know what's wrong." She responded.

"Joey! Please, you have to forget about it. You have to move on into your life." Dawson instructed.

"I can't Dawson. This is not like I lost a candy bar or it's not like me losing my best friend. I lost my own child. My own son!" Joey intruded.

"But you made the right choice. You did what was right for both you and the baby." Dawson protruded.

"How do we know that was the right choice? How will ever know? What if I could have raised the baby? What if I could have been a good mother?" She debated.

Dawson was about to recapitulate his speech, "Because you are destined…"

"Dawson cut the crap! I've heard that same speech over and over again… The truth is you don't know what I was destined to do." Joey started to get teary.

"I do know because I grew up with you. I love you." Dawson stated.

Dawson waited for her to say it back to him but she did not say anything.

"How do I know you love me?" Joey said unpredictable.

"What?" He was confused.

"How do I know that you love me? How do you know you love me? How do we know this relationship is real?" Joey simplified.

Dawson took a deep breath because he did not know the answer, "Joey…"

"You don't know, do you? Do you!" She assumed.

Dawson did not say anything because he did not know what to say. He did not know how to express his love for Joey.

"I don't think we should see each other anymore." Joey said the unwanted.

"Joey please." Dawson begged.

"Dawson I think I need some time for myself. Time to clear up my mind and I think I should do that by myself." Joey justified.

"Joey but," Dawson tried to defend his honor.

"Please! Just go!" Joey shouted.

"Joey!" Dawson said.

"GO!" Joey responded.

Dawson left in the heat of the moment and leaving Joey alone. She was obviously in pain and anguish. Dawson thought that maybe she needed sometime alone. If she got some time alone, maybe she would get back together with Dawson. Needless to say, if she got some time alone, she might realized that she does not love Dawson.