A/N: So sorry it took this long to update, for those who are still reading. With play rehearsal, school, and everything else under the sun, it's hard to write. It took me a long time to piece all this together because I wanted it to be good. I just feel like the only thing missing is Jim's POV. After reading this, please let me know if that's what you feel the next chapter should be! I'll start on that now because that's what I feel like is missing. A HUGE thanks to all who like this and continue to read! I love ya'll! Okay, enough...read on!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Office or anything.

Pam looked over her shoulder and saw Roy innocently talking to some others. Was it him? Who else would have done it? Why would Roy, the man she was about to marry, break their trust?

Tears started to form in her eyes. She didn't want to cry. Not here. Not in front of Jim. But, she didn't understand why Roy would do something so cruel. Roy had done some awful things in their past relationship, but she had always learned how to forgive him. Things like yelling at her when she obviously never deserved it. But, this? This was too far. He didn't trust Pam and her friendship with Jim. He basically tried to ruin the friendship with her only best friend. The only person who kept her smiling through the day. Now wasn't Pam's soon to be husband supposed to care about those things?

The fact that he tried to ruin the only thing that helped Pam get through the day says everything. This. This was unforgivable.

Pam couldn't stay here. She didn't want to see Jim so broken anymore. The look on his face. Those broken eyes. All of it made her sick. She hated seeing him this way. And it was partially her fault. She didn't want to talk to Roy either. She knew she would have to at some point today. Stand up to him and tell him that what he did was unacceptable and wrong. She would. But, she needed to when she wasn't crying. She wanted to when she was strong and confident.

Pam tried to move her feet but she felt as if she might faint from dizziness. She definitely did not want to faint again. All she wanted was for absolutely everything to be okay, so her first instinct was to get out of here. Pam took one more look at Jim and ran out the room. She passed the elevator and chose the steps. Maybe she would get away from reality quicker. Pam ran around until she knew where to go.

Tears blurring her vision, Pam pushed through the door that led to the roof of Dunder Mifflin. She was blasted with cold air that immediately washed through her entire body, giving her chills down her back. She looked around the empty building top. Grey, cold, and empty...just as she felt. Although the roof looked dull, she remembered the times it was much filled with life and happiness. The times she and Jim would sneak up here during parties, or to catch a lunch break without Roy. It was great to just get away from reality and be with Jim. But this time she was alone. Tears slowly reached her shirt. Why had she come up here? Where was she supposed to go next? What was she to do next?

Pam whipped away her tears and stared out over the parking lot. The bitter cold air felt as if it was trying to freeze the tears that ran down her cheeks. She didn't think to grab her coat, but now she felt too weak to go back down to get it. The coat wouldn't make her feel any better. It wouldn't help her figure out her feelings of all that had transpired. So, there was no point. Goose bumps covered Pam's arms as more tears slowly slide down. She felt numb, not only from the cold, but from everything. She felt so confused and conflicted. She didn't know what to do next.

And just as Pam had no reason to stay up on the roof anymore, just as she felt hopeless, out came someone behind the door who gave her a reason to stay. Suddenly, she felt just a bit warmer.

"How'd you know I'd be up here?" she wiped away the last of her tears.

"Where else would you be?" Jim smiled.

Pam forced a smile back at him. She hugged her arms and looked down at her feet.

"Listen…" she managed. "I am so, so sorry that…"

"What happened?" he was a little impatient to know if it was Roy that sent the texts.

"It was Roy, I guess." Pam hated to admit this. She thought that maybe Jim would be a little happy about this, that her fiancé sucked. But, all Pam found was him to be sad.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe he doesn't trust me. Can you show me the texts?"

Without hesitation, Jim reached for his phone and thumbed through things until handing it over to Pam.

Pam read silently and smiled at the last part where he had mentioned the jelly beans. Then continued to the part that was "from her".

"I'm fine. I'm with Roy and I'm happy. I'm done with all these stupid pranks. Just stop talking to me. I definitely didn't write that, Jim."

"I believe you." He said as he retrieved his phone.

Pam hugged herself tighter. "Did you honestly think I would say that to you?"

"I don't know, Pam. After you saw…the note…I just thought that maybe you were mad. You do have a fiancé after all and I shouldn't have wrote that. It was stupid. And I thought I might have scared you away."

Pam shook her head. It was killing her to know what was in that note. Was it too much to ask to see it? Of course! We're friends.

"Of course not, Jim. I mean, Roy is just…I don't understand him some times. I'm sorry."

They met eyes, causing butterflies to flutter through her stomach. The way he looked at her. No. Pleaded at her through his eyes as if he needed her now more than anything. How does he look at me that way after what happened? If this were to happen with Roy, he would give me the silent treatment and be shitty to me for weeks.

Why does he always make Pam's mind wonder? Jim interrupted her thoughts again.

"Pam, you can't apologize for him."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know." She shook her head as if to say "This is not how it is supposed to be."

A chill ran down Jim's spin. And he didn't know if it was because of the weather or having to see Pam so heart broken. Probably both.

"Here. It's freezing." Jim took off his work coat and placed it on her shoulders.

Pam knew that she wouldn't be able to convince him to keep it so she slid her arms through the sleeves and breathed in his wonderful smell. His smell calmed her nerves making her feel as if she was sitting in front of a warm crackling fire. The warmth swelled in her chest. This was no electric or insulated jacket that made her feel so safe and warm. No, this was love. I love him, don't I? Pam silently asked herself.

A smile tugged at her lips, unsure of the answer.

Jim looked around as if he were missing something. "What?"

"I…I um."

Jim stepped closer. His eyes held hope. Hope that maybe one day Pam would realized that there was no other woman in the world he would ever consider looking at the same way as he did her, that she would realize just how much more he loved her than Roy pretended to. Hope in her. Something Roy definitely doesn't have, and never will.

Pam starred back up at him and realized this was her stupid, teenage dream she always secretly had. The dream of hers where she stood on her terrace with the guy and told him she loved him. And he would stare back at her with that exact look. This was that moment. Yeah, they were only on a roof top, but same difference. She had never felt this way with Roy.

However, the fairy tales you write in your head or dream about never turn out to be. Maybe there would be another chance, but it couldn't be now.

"I have to find Roy."

The sparkle in Jim's eyes noticeably flickered out.

"Yeah." He breathed out. "C'mon let's get out of the cold."

Thanks for the patience!