Jim quickly got out of the car, hurrying to the trunk. He wanted to be any where but here. With her. Knowing the knowledge of his feelings were floating around behind those blank eyes of hers.

Yet he kept dropping one of his three suitcases, cursing himself for packing so much. He watched as Pam stepped out of the car and walked back, taking one of the suitcases and walking towards the airport. He followed her, but stayed a few paces back to keep distance, as if afraid of what might happen if he got too close.

Cause it's you and me...

"What plane number are you?" She asked.

"Four eighty-one." He replied, trying to get the ticket out of his shirt pocket without putting down the suitcase in the high traffic hallways.

And all of the people

Sighing, she came up to him and got the ticket out for him.

After that, they migrated towards the check in counters to get his suitcases boarded on the plane. The lines were terribly long, and he told her that she could go if she wanted, but she didn't answer, just stayed put. He wondered if she had heard him, but then realized he didn't care. It didn't matter anymore anyway, right?

Jim looked at the clock on the wall. They had been standing in line for twenty minutes. He tapped his foot in anxiousness, needing to move something. He stared at Pam as she pushed the cuticles of her nails downward, thoroughly bored, yet remaining here.

With nothing to do...

"You know, it might be a while until we get up there. I'm sure you got a lot of...wedding things...to finish up, so if you want to go...you don't have to stay here. I can handle it."

This time he knew she'd heard him, for she looked up with a quirked eyebrow.

What was that look for? Did she think that he couldn't handle it and would make a mess of the suitcases like he did before? Because she still held the ticket in her hand, though he could have taken it by now? Or perhaps it was because he had choked on the word 'wedding'. Either way, she didn't go. Just stared at her nails again, painted a light pink.

In desperate distraction, Jim thought back. Had he ever seen Pam with nail polish on? He couldn't remember, which he thought strange. He thought he remembered everything when it came to her. Was he slipping already? Forgetting the little things so soon?

"Pam, you have nothing to prove by standing here with me." He said, not really knowing why.

Again, she looked up at him with silent interest, then shrugged a shoulder, picking up the suitcase and sliding it forward a bit more as they got one foot further in line.

With nothing to prove...

What had he meant by that, anyway? What would she try to prove? Perhaps that she was able to handle this new information? That it wasn't affecting her? That she could shrug it off and be like they always were? As if what he had written could be pushed to the side. How easy it must be for her to think so! She wasn't dealing with the painful unrequited love that stood right before her.

Was she trying to prove anything?

Pam could be quiet, shy, and secretive when it came to personal things, but she was also terribly head strong and liked to prove that she wasn't weak in any situation. Was this simular? Or perhaps he was looking too far in to things?

Finally it was their turn at the counter. He dealt with everything, then watched as his three suitcases rode down the conveyor belt.

Pam led the way out of the business of the line, then came to a stop.

"Well Jim Halpert, you're waiting room is over there, so I guess this is goodbye." She said with a small grin.

"Yeah..."

And it's you and me...

She put out her hand, and he meekly shook it with as big of a smile as he could muster. It wasn't much.

Biting her lip, she nodded a goodbye and walked away towards the front entrance. He watched her like a man under hypnotizism as he wondered if he'd ever see her again. If he'd ever go back to her little town of Scranton. After this afternoon, New York looked especially good. On his way here, he tried to remember how long ago Jan had offered him that job in New York that he had kept quiet about.

Standing in a sea of people that pushed against him,

And all of the people,

he saw her walk out the doors, flipping her hair back over her shoulder.

And I don't know why, I cant take my eyes off of you...

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A/N: There will be either one or two more chapters left, depending if I decide to write my original ending or do the additional one to make a full closure.