Why was he here, Jim had to wonder as he straightened his tight tie. He knew it wasn't the tie that made him feel like he was suffocating, but he desperately tried to believe that it was.

Standing in a hallway of the church, he fidgeted, trying to come up with an answer.

Why was he here?

Of course, he tried to say the excuses: his plane had been delayed, thanks to the storms. Apparently, they got worse ain the west. He would be delaying his trip for a few days. So why not do this? It wasn't like he had a very active life lately.

Or perhaps it was because seeing a drunk Michael stumble through a toast that he was bound to give was irresistable.

Or to see if Dwight would show up. And if he did, would Angela arrive with him? Sit with him? Would Pam's theory of the two of them be finally proven by the push of a wedding?

Maybe it was to see if Kelly could stay quiet long enough for the ceremony to go through. To see how fake her tears were. Even better, to see Ryan's face as she started to whisper little obvious hints about their future.

But in the end, he knew none of these were the reason why he stood here, pathetically holding his invitation in his hand. He had wanted to see her.

Yes, if he really wanted to admit it, he'd go in to thinking about just that aspect. How beautiful she would look in her gown. To see her curls loose and falling down her shoulders. To see her actually wear make up. How would that look on her? He feared it would ruin the essence that made her up.

There's something about you now...

Even those things weren't the bottom reason. No, it was because he had to see. Had to witness it in his own eyes, because if he didn't, he'd never be able to believe it himself. He'd still lie in the middle of the night and try to pretend that this hadn't happened. That he still had time. That the wedding, the end of his life as he knew it, was still months away.

But if he came here, if he saw it, the image would burn in his mind forever. It would be the first thing he saw when he woke, what he saw every time he looked over at her desk and saw a new ring upon her finger. Last thing he'd see at night. He'd always know. No more pretending. He'd have to live with the torture.

Unsure of what to do, he stared down at the invitation in his hand, turning it over and over. Pam had given him a Save the Date card months ago when she had completely forgotten the date of his flight. And then she sent him an invitation. Perhaps out of courtesy? Maybe just in case? Either way, it came in handy now. He quickly put it away then. After all, he wasn't planning to come here. What would he say if someone asked him why he had kept it?

I cant quite figure it out...

"Sir, the ceremony is about to begin. Would you mind taking a seat? Oh, and make sure you sign the guest book." A woman told him. He nodded, walking towards the door. He glanced at the guest book, filled with many people's good wishes. He picked up the pen, but then put it back down again, realizing that he couldn't go that far. There was still a line that he just couldn't cross.

Taking out his invitation, he saw that Pam had made good of her conversation all that time ago - she had saved him a seat in the second row on her side. Unfortunately, she sat him next to Michael, in front of Kelly, and behind her mother. What torture would this bring? At least he had an aisle seat. He leaned partway out of it to escape Michael's inching closer. Suddenly he felt like he was going to be sick. Like he couldn't breath. The suffocating feeling came back again. This time it was strong enough that it made him loosen his tie so much, the knot of it was by his stomach.

He looked up at the alter. Roy had just entered, taking his place. He looked all wrong in his tux, and completely uncomfortable. A noticable sweat was upon his brow.

Darrel, who sat across from Jim on the other side, started cracking jokes with hand motions. Jim finally looked over and saw Darrel's hand above his head, his tongue sticking out as if he was being hanged. Roy grinned widely, always game for a joke.

"For real!" Roy mouthed, then let out a laugh.

Somehow, his light hearted banter infuriated Jim. As if he couldn't believe Roy would say such a thing about marrying Pam. He'd never say such a thing. His words that he once imagined telling her haunted him now.

He don't deserve you. You're too good for him, Pam. You deserve better.

But these thoughts were soon lost as his ears pricked, music starting to flow delicately out of the organ not far by. He quickly looked about. Perhaps he could still escape? But there was no such luck - best men blocked the front aisle, people next to him completely blocked that exit, and therefore left him with nothing more than the middle aisle. He saw the doors open, bride's maids begin to come out. He'd ruin the ceremony if he got up. And she was behind those doors anyway. He was stuck. He had to go through with it now.

Then the music changed. She stepped in to the aisle, walking slowly, glancing about. He didn't look. Didn't want to look. Didn't want to see. But his eyes obviously had other plans. He had to see now.

Everything she does is beautiful...

And she looked stunning. Almost unrecognizable. His mind started to drift in to another demention, where she could have been walking down that aisle to him. Seeing only him. Staring at him. But he pulled himself out, yet what he saw was simular to his daydream. She really was staring at him. In shock, yes, but still staring, momentarily distracted.

He quickly looked away. After all, how could he let her see the torture in his eyes? She passed by, her veil lightly scrapping his cheek for a moment. She looked back at him, now her turn to do the silent mouthings.

'What are you doing here?' She asked him.

He gave her a half shrug and an apologetic smile. Again he asked himself what she did - she knew that he loved her. He being here could only tint her special day, now that she knew he didn't support her decision. He never should have came.

She was standing next to Roy, holding his hands. The music ceased. But when Jim looked up, he saw that she wasn't staring in the eyes of her soon-to-be husband, but looking over at him. Jim. Jim Halpert, a paper worker living in no where, working for a no name company. Not Roy. Not her wonderful, family approved fiancé.

But now, for the first time since she found that note, her eyes weren't blank. They were full of sudden indecision and fright. And he could only wonder what was happening inside of that head of hers.

Everything she does is right...

A/N: Well, I have more song to go, so I guess I wont end it here as I originally planned. So, one more chapter to go!