A/N: TGI…S. Hmmm… Doesn't have quite the same ring as TGIF, does it? But it's the weekend, that's all that matters! Just to confirm this will be our new regular posting day. Right. At long last - the update for which you've waited so patiently. We can't tell you how much it means to us that you care enough to keep watching this space and actually become disappointed when there's no new update. Thank you! So, here we are at The Longest Day, the epi in which it seems a hellmouth really did open in Capeside; the epi that tore asunder our two young lovers on the verge of something wonderful. By the end we were stunned and heartbroken. Let's see if we can make any sense out of this mess. Please let us know what you think because your comments and feedback keep us going!

** Ad Hominem **
by M&M Works

Desire by Ryan Adams

Two hearts fading, like a flower
And all this waiting, for the power
For some answer, to this fire
Sinking slowly
The water's higher

Desire

With no secrets. No obsession.
This time I'm speeding with no direction
Without a reason. What is this fire?
Burning slowly. My one and only.

Desire

You know me. You know my way in.
You just can't show me, but God I'm praying,
That you'll find me, and that you'll see me,
That you run and never tire.

Desire

*~*

Reaching up to wipe down the top shelf of a cupboard in the cabin of the True Love, Joey squealed as Pacey slid large, warm hands around her from behind. Burying his nose in her hair, he breathed hotly into her ear, "Whatcha doin', Potter?"

"Pacey!" Joey protested but tipped her head to the side, a small sigh escaping her as he accepted her invitation to taste her right there.

Pacey's hands spanned Joey's slender waist, his thumbs stroking the sliver of soft skin peeking out under the hem of her shirt. "Hmmm…?" he rumbled.

Joey leaned against the solid mass behind her, clutching the arms that enfolded her and reveled in the sensations that spiraled from the pit of her belly up her spine. "Hmmm…?" she echoed.

Abandoning all pretense of their articulate conversation, Pacey nibbled the exposed skin of her shoulder where he had managed to nudge the neckline of her top to one side.

Lost in the flavor of her, Pacey did not hear the familiar voice call out from somewhere above them, "Ahoy, there!"

Joey stiffened in his arms. "Pacey!"

He ignored her and continued his tender explorations, his tongue mapping and marking regions as his own.

"Pacey!" Joey hissed his name this time, grasping the same arms she had just been clutching and swatting them away from her. "I think I hear Dawson!"

Pacey reluctantly paused in his ministrations and frowned. "Wha…? I didn't hear anythin'. Bit skittish, are ya, Jo?" he teased.

"Anybody here?" This time, Dawson's voice could be distinctly heard floating down the steps.

"Shit!" Pacey spun Joey around to face him and kissing her nose, commanded, "Stay here! I'll get rid of him."

Joey nodded mutely, a mask of worry marring her passion-flushed face.

Moving the few steps toward the stairs, Pacey was flooded with conflicting emotions regarding his new favorite pastime - irritation at being interrupted from it, guilt at having to hide it and shame for wondering just how long Dawson's surprise visit would take before he could get back to it.

Pacey shook his head. He hated this. Not the being with Joey part – no, that he was ecstatic about and wouldn't change. The fact that his other best friend didn't know how happy he was, that he hated.

It was almost funny that Dawson hadn't guessed all on his own that something was up, what with the amount of time he was hanging around recently since they had returned from Spring Break.

Or were they just more aware of how often they had seen him because they had been doing everything in their power to avoid him?

A few days ago, on their way to school, Joey had been so out of sorts after spending the evening before with Dawson that Pacey had insisted that they make a plan and set a date to break the news to him together. Their discussion of when that might be had dissolved into slow, sweet kisses that almost made them late for homeroom. And still nothing definite had been decided about when and where they would break their news.

This really was starting to suck up one side and down the other.

"Pacey?" Dawson called just as Pacey stuck his head out of the hatch.

"Hey, man! What brings you by?" Pacey greeted him as he emerged to find Dawson already on the deck.

"Just on my way to work and thought I'd stop by to see how you're comin' along." He briefly ran his eyes over the glossy woodwork and polished floor. "She looks great!"

Pacey leaned against the half-wall at the top of the steps, arms casually folded, blocking the way into the cabin. "Thanks. She's almost there. I was lucky Bud MacGregor was willing to put her in the water and tow her over here for the cost of fuel."

"Y'taken her out yet?"

"Nun-huh," Pacey shook his head for emphasis. "Maybe Saturday, after the christening."

"Wait… what? You're gonna christen her on Saturday? This Saturday?"

"Yeah, I told you that in school yesterday, D." If he could have inconspicuously rolled his eyes, Pacey would have. Obviously a conversation that didn't directly relate to Dawson, or something he had a vested interest in, was one that he just didn't retain.

With a look of concentration, as if trying to remember, Dawson asked, "What time?"

"Noon."

Dawson nodded decisively. Saturday was shaping up to be a great day. He'd start off the day by supporting his best friend at the christening of his labor of love. He really hadn't had enough time this year to help with too much of the physical labor but he knew Pacey understood. Besides nothing was more important than being there for the celebration of its completion.

Later that night he was planning to wow Joey with a romantic evening that would overcome all her recent reticence toward him. He'd invite her over for a movie and then conveniently "forget" to rent a movie, suggesting a moonlit walk through The Ruins instead. The classical ambiance was just the thing to remind her of a time when it had been good between them; a time before Jack had distracted her the first time and before her drug-dealing felon of a father had ruined their relationship.

Suddenly in a generous mood, he offered, "I'll be there! And I'll bring the champagne."

Pacey, whose attention seemed to have wandered to somewhere near the horizon, jerked his head back toward his best friend. "What? No, man, you don't have to do that! I'll get it." 'Or Doug will,' he thought to himself.

"No, no… I want to. This is quite an accomplishment and I barely got a chance to help. Let me do this for you."

"Really?" Pacey grinned at him, another twinge of guilt gnawing at his guts. "Thanks, sure then. That'd be great! Y'think your parents would come, too?"

Dawson shrugged, "I can ask 'em."

The two boys stood awkwardly in silence for a moment until Pacey cleared his throat and stood up straight.

"Well, I'm gonna be late if I don't get moving. Catch you later, Pacey," Dawson said as he climbed up onto the dock.

"Bye, Dawson." Pacey lifted a hand in farewell. He deliberately disregarded the undeniable sense of foreboding that clung to him, staring after his friend for a moment as he disappeared down the street.

A sound behind and below him caught his attention and he turned to see Joey's face shining up at him from bottom of the steps.

"Is he gone?" she stage-whispered.

Pacey nodded slowly, his thoughts in a whir, her words only adding to the ominous rumblings in his gut. It wasn't until he saw Joey start to climb up that he shook himself free. "Hang on. I'm comin' back down."

She paused uncertainly mid-step but backed up into the cabin and waited for him, twisting her hair around her finger as she watched him.

At the bottom of the steps, Pacey reached for her but she moved imperceptibly, tucking that hair behind her ear and avoiding his gaze.

Pacey stared at her in consternation. "Jo, he's gone." He pointed behind him. "I saw him walk away. He had to go to work."

"I know… I know. It's not that," she faltered. Grasping her elbows, she leaned back against the counter, lifting a shoulder. Struggling to define her discomfort, she finally said, "I just feel so… icky, hiding down here…," she trailed off, shame staining her cheeks.

The dismay that had colored Pacey's eyes gray, faded to the understanding sky blue of a summer day. "Hey, c'mere." He held out his hand.

Arms still folded defensively, Joey moved toward him until her head tipped forward to rest against the firm wall of his chest.

Gathering her to him, he stroked her back until she relaxed and wound her arms around his midsection. In a low, comforting voice, he reassured her, "We're not doing anything wrong, Jo, but we don't want Dawson to find out this way. We'll tell him, and then if he catches us in the throes of PDA, he won't be surprised."

"Shocked, maybe. Or traumatized," she mumbled into his shirt. Tilting her head back to gaze at his face, she confessed, "It's not just that sneaking around feels icky. It's that… I'm… worried… er… not really worried but… concerned?" She finished uncertainly.

"About Dawson?" Holding her loosely, fingers threaded together across her lower back, Pacey kept her safe without grasping too tightly.

"No. Not just about Dawson. About all of us. That nothing will ever be the same between the three of us. That we're going to lose a precious part of our childhood or something." Sighing, she ducked her head back against him.

Perching his chin atop her head, Pacey closed his eyes and let out a measured breath before he replied quietly, "Aren't you the one who said that growing up sometimes means growing apart?"

The fine silk of her hair bobbed as Joey nodded mutely.

Afraid that any further debate would diminish his point, Pacey soothed his hands up and down her arms and then, crouching until he was eye-level with her, said, "Icky, Potter? Really? You've got a… what… 4.0 grade average? That's the best you can do? What happened to that thesaurus in your head, huh?" Pacey rolled his eyes.

Stepping back, Joey punched his upper arm. "Shut up, Pacey."

"Ow! Violent much? Geez, Jo."

"At least I have something in my head!"

"Oh, I have something in my head! Come on over here and I'll let you take a peek," he waggled his eyebrows at her.

Joey darted past him and raced up the steps. "No thanks, Witter. I might be blinded by all that empty space!"

Pacey ran after her only to find the deck empty. Startled by her seeming disappearance, his head snapped back and forth searching for any sign of her, going so far as to look up the dock toward the road. Realizing she couldn't have gone far, he shrugged and strolled portside, casually leaning on the railing to gaze across the harbor.

Despite the distant cries of wheeling seagulls and the steady slap of the tide against the hull, he heard Joey creep along the deck behind him from where she had been crouched behind the bulkhead. When she was about a foot away he twisted and, scooping her up in his arms, held her directly over the railing.

"So… y'wanna play, Potter? Let's play 'Walk the Plank'." He grinned maniacally.

"Put me down!" Joey screeched as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

"Oh, I'm gonna put you down, don't you worry!" He leaned forward an inch.

"Paaaaaaaaaaacey! Noooooo!"

"What's that, Jo? With nothing in my head, I really have no idea what you're sayin' now, do I?"

Clinging to his neck, determined that if she was going to get wet that he was, too, Joey made good use of her own new arsenal to distract him; starting with the mole on his neck she licked upward until the tip of her tongue met the shell of his ear.

Her strategy successful, Pacey groaned, "No fair, Potter."

Breathing out just enough to disturb the tiny hairs in his ear, she whispered, "Put me down, Pacey."

Two strides later, Pacey had carried her down the companionway and set her back on the counter; he positioned himself, standing directly between her legs.

Dropping his head to recommence his detailed discovery of Joey's neck, the neck's owner sighed happily. "You know… I can't believe we're christening her this weekend, Pace."

"I'know," Pacey mumbled, pulling back slightly to say in a clearer voice, "Couldn't have done it without ya."

Joey rolled her eyes, still unaccustomed to compliments from him. "I'm almost sad."

Pacey frowned and moved his face up to look her deeply in the eyes. "Sad? How come?"

Joey shrugged, a shy smile on her face. "I don't know. It sounds silly, but I'm going to miss fixing up her."

Pacey's eyes sparkled as he ran his hands up and down her arms. "Yeah, but think of all the fun we'll have takin' her out. Just you and me… the open seas."

Her smile evolved into a grin of possibility. "True."

Pulling her close, Pacey pursed his lips and reluctantly admitted, "As much as I'd love to stay here all day, I should get going. I promised Buzz I'd pick him up soon."

"No," Joey whined, pouting. She dropped her head to his chest, in the same fashion she had earlier, face burrowed deep against his top. "D'ntgwoe. 'tay." She mumbled.

Pacey cocked his head and laughed lightly, trying to decipher her words. "What was that?"

Joey lifted her face and bumped noses with him. "I said… 'Don't' go'." She locked eyes with him. "Stay."

At the vulnerable emotion he saw reflected, Pacey felt his breath catch in his throat. Any earlier foreboding he sensed, vanished, completely forgotten.

One word. Four little letters.

So great its meaning.

He knew she didn't know, but he had planned to anyway; she had no idea for just how long he planned to stay, either.

For, if he had his way he'd remain like this, with her in his arms, for the rest of his life.

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he loved her. It was always implied, but he'd never said the words out loud. He wanted to – God, did he want to - yet, he didn't want to scare her away, sensing if he told her now he'd do just that. Besides, with all this Dawson business hanging over their heads, now wasn't the time.

He could wait; she was worth it.

Clearing his throat from the emotion clogging it, he susurrated, "Well, what the lady wants… the lady gets."

And, just like that, they were back where they'd started before they were interrupted, his mouth crashing over hers - no closer to deciding when and where to tell Dawson than they had been.

*~*

"Joey! Can you get that?" Bessie's voice carried down the hallway.

"Can't Bess, I gotta go." Joey snatched her backpack off the table, the phone jangling insistently.

"Jo, please! I'm up to my elbows in laundry suds. Get the phone!"

Huffing out a sigh of impatience, Joey grabbed the handset. "Potter Bed and Breakfast, can I help you?"

"Hi, Joey!"

Crap.

Every time she turned around!

Of course, Dawson wasn't really behaving any differently than he ever had, but she had a date at the boathouse; a date for which she didn't want to be late. And despite her repeated efforts to talk to Dawson about her and Pacey, she had failed miserably.

Each and every time.

A few nights ago, Joey had spent an uncomfortable evening with Dawson watching Hook. Well, technically,she had spent more time watching the clock than the movie. On edge, she waited for the perfect moment to break the news about her relationship with Pacey. And yet, the evening had passed with no real opportunity to blurt out the fact that she had fallen for his best friend.

So, standing here having a casual conversation with him about… whatever, was really low on her list of things to do today.

"Dawson," Joey said hurriedly, glancing at the kitchen clock.

"I was wonder-"

Not sure what he wanted, but absolutely sure she didn't want to hear it, Joey abruptly cut him off, "Hey, Dawson, listen, I gotta go. I'm on my way to, um, to the library to, er, work on that Watergate paper. Can I catch up with you later?"

"Uh… yeah, sure. I'll see you at the christening, okay?"

Joey cringed but nodded, and then realizing he couldn't see her, replied, "Okay. Later, Dawson."

Letting the screen door slam behind her, she shouted, "See ya later, Bessie."

*~*

An unfamiliar twinge of something had surged through Joey as she watched Andie and Pacey chatting from the second floor window of the computer lab in the library as they had exchanged unheard words and affectionate smiles.

She had shaken it off as ridiculous. After all, her lips still tingled from Pacey's kisses in the boathouse this morning. She knew how he felt. Now, she even knew how she felt.

Andie was part of his past. Pacey was just that kind of guy – the kind that didn't hold a grudge, the kind who stayed friends with his ex, the kind with the big thumping heart.

But now, as she hastened to gather her things, she pondered Andie's confession and couldn't help but wonder just how many people she was going to be responsible for hurting – Dawson? Andie? Pacey?

Even herself.

Because no matter what happened, she was quite sure the relationships between them all would never be the same.

She would be the one caught in the middle. The one to blame. The one to which the fingers pointed.

And despite Jen's reassurance that it was men who wrote the stories of wicked, conniving whores who came between friends, she couldn't change how she felt.

Pacey had become everything to her.

She needed him.

No matter what the cost.

Right?

*~*

Apparently, dropping the champagne bottle would not have been the biggest disaster of the day.

The echo of harsh words rang hollow throughout the room and faded with Joey's exit as Dawson stared at the sheer white curtains fluttering over the open, empty window. The adrenaline that had been pumping throughout his system for most of the afternoon and evening suddenly evaporated leaving him deflated.

His shoulders slumped; he buried his face in his hands, the sting of humiliation burning through his guts like he'd been stabbed.

They had played him for a fool.

All of them.

Jen, Joey and Pacey for sure. He wondered who else knew. Jack, most likely. Although it was obvious that Andie hadn't known. The stricken look on her face testified that they had hidden the truth from her, too.

How long?

How long had they been fooling around behind his back? He'd been replaying the last few months in his mind ever since Jen had inadvertently spilled the beans.

The night the B&B opened? Had it started that far back? Did Joey sneak Pacey into her room after they had all gone to bed and out again in the morning? He imagined that Pacey's offer to return to regularly scheduled programming was just a red herring, contrived to throw him off.

And he had been stupid enough to thank him for watching out for Joey.

Shit, he'd delivered her right into Pacey's sleazy hands.

That didn't explain Joey and AJ though. Hmmm… well, he wouldn't put it past her to be seeing them both. After all, it didn't faze her one little bit to kiss Jack while she'd been with him.

The night of the play, the night he'd found Pacey in the gym and he'd brought up Joey's date with AJ – he wasn't nervous about the play, he was upset about Joey going on that date!

Maybe she was playing them both for a fool.

No wonder she'd been snubbing him; her dance card was full.

Still, Joey had no doubt been sucked in by Pacey and his smooth moves. She wasn't thinking clearly. Because, come on?! A relationship with him of all people?! It wasn't so long ago they couldn't stand each other! She went from wanting to "find" herself, to him? It didn't make any sense! Which only further proved Joey was fickle at heart. She couldn't help it, swapping her affections over so quickly to the first person who showed an interest.

But Pacey? Pacey was his best friend. They were closer than friends even. They were blood brothers!

How could he do this to him?!

Maybe this just was Pacey's idea of some kind of weird revenge for things he'd said carelessly in the past. But surely Pacey knew he didn't mean the things he'd said in the heat of anger or under the influence of alcohol?

Even so, going after his soulmate?! That was just one step too far.

Guess Pacey wasn't joking that time about "cutting right in". He'd certainly done that, and then some.

Dawson shook his head wearily, his thoughts going round in circles.

Whatever it was, the end result was the deliberate and purposeful humiliation of Dawson Leery by Joey Potter and Pacey Witter.

How in the world was he going to show his face in public when everyone knew what a fool they'd made of him?

The worst part was that he still wanted Joey. Even after everything she'd done to him.

His Joey.

Dawson and Joey.

Always.

*~*

Pacey watched unseeing as Andie and Will faded back into the night, her words hanging on the night air.

'How could you be so stupid, Pacey? You know you're gonna get hurt.'

He didn't feel stupid, although everyone had been telling him all day that he was the one who would end up alone.

Actually, he didn't feel much of anything.

This must be what soldiers feel like when the battle stops. The absence of accusations and assertions left the Leery's yard eerily silent. He vaguely wondered if even the water in the creek had stopped moving; he couldn't hear it.

He couldn't hear anything.

Well, he couldn't hear anything except the loud volley of noise coming through Dawson's window. He couldn't make out any of the words, but then he really wasn't trying to. Anything Joey might have argued in their defense could have been said when she was by his side.

No, their current debate was apparently about them.

Stunned and still rooted to the spot, Pacey wondered, 'What the hell just happened here?'

How could a day that had started out with the love of his life in his arms, and his labor of love prepared and christened for her maiden voyage, turn into this nightmare of ugliness?

He didn't know.

That their history together was so fleeting compared to the bond Joey shared with Dawson, he understood. He even understood that she didn't want to hurt Dawson; she'd said it often enough in the last week.

Her loyalty to her friendships – almost to the point of obstinacy - and the purity with which drove her to want to do the right thing was just one of the many things he loved about her. They were what made her Joey Potter.

What he didn't understand was why she let Dawson manipulate her.

Glancing at the open window, he didn't think there was any point to waiting for her. The sounds of the springtime evening came rushing back as he gathered his wits about him. Briefly dropping his glance to his now empty hand, where only moments ago Joey's had been tightly enveloped, he made his way back to the one place that had already helped him heal a broken heart.

*~*

This ruins everything! There's no going back…This ruins everything! There's no going back…This ruins everything! There's no going back…This ruins everything! There's no going back…This ruins everything! There's no going back…This ruins everything! There's no going back…This ruins everything! There's no going back…This ruins everything! There's no going back…

His words played on a continuous loop through Joey's consciousness as she ran down the Leery drive and through town. She randomly thought that a man had obviously written this script and sobbed out an ironic laugh.

Her worst fear had come true.

She had ruined everything.

Single-handedly, Joey had wrecked three life-long friendships and devastated Andie.

The boy she couldn't live without was the only boy that her oldest friend was determined she couldn't have.

She couldn't do it.

She couldn't wound Dawson and Andie and Pacey because of her selfish desires.

She wasn't her father.

No, she couldn't do what he'd done. Not that she was cheating on anyone like he had, but the end result would be the same – putting oneself above everyone else and ignoring their pain.

She shook her head decisively; she didn't have it in her to do that.

She didn't want to be that person.

Joey knew that Dawson was being manipulative. She knew him. She understood how he operated. The anger he had spewed at her only revealed how hurt he was.

That's why she had to let Pacey go.

She had to fix things. It was her responsibility.

Pacey had to see that his friendships were more important than she was. Even if he didn't feel that way right now, eventually he'd be grateful that she didn't come between two friends who were closer than brothers.

Right?

She was doing the right thing.

She'd die if he ever looked at her with regret shining back for what he'd had to give up to be with her.

She wasn't worth it.

Dawson was as big a part of Pacey's childhood as he was to her own.

Sometime in the future, when everything was back to normal between the three of them, he would understand.

She had to tell him tonight before any more damage was done because, at this point, she was sure their friendships were salvageable.

They had to be.

And if her heart was breaking, so be it.

*~*

It had become chilly, but the full moon hung brightly in the cloudless sky. Tucking her hands inside her sleeves, Joey wrapped her arms around herself and wandered aimlessly through the streets of Capeside. It occurred to her that she should probably go home. It was late; Bessie would be worried.

But she couldn't bring herself to finalize the day by going home and going to bed; sleep was the very last thing on her mind.

Surely there was a better ending for such a promising day?

Perhaps if she wandered long enough, she'd find it.

Of course, she was delaying the inevitable.

Pacey was gone.

She'd turned around and he was gone, leaving a gaping hole where her heart used to be; his face a mask of devastation at her pronouncement.

Eventually, someday, maybe when their friendships were restored, he'd understand and forgive her.

She had to believe that.

Maybe they'd share a small look – like the one he'd given Andie today in the library - that reminded them of the last few weeks and it would be a warm, happy memory.

But, at the moment, she couldn't imagine that she might ever stop aching for him.

The pain was so raw.

Instinctively, her feet had taken her back to the one place they had shared so much, where she found the little blue boat bobbing slowly in the water.

The vessel before her reflected the effort they had put into it; she really was beautiful.

Suddenly, Joey's stupor was replaced by a maelstrom of emotion. Though she had initially felt conscripted into slave labor, she had come to take as much pride and ownership in its completion as Pacey had the B&B. She hadn't been lying earlier when she confessed she'd miss working on it.

And she desperately wanted to be part of its ultimate purpose. She wanted to sail the small craft.

Snaring her bottom lip, she considered. Obviously, she couldn't take her out by herself. And she wouldn't want to. Fixing her up had been a joint effort; sailing her for her maiden voyage should be, too. She wondered if, after everything that had happened, Pacey would consider taking her for a sail.

Startled by movement on board, she snapped out of her reverie as Pacey's head appeared above the companionway.

Emerging from the cabin, Pacey's heart leapt as he saw Joey standing stationary on the dock, her lower lip still caught between her teeth. He couldn't help but wonder what she was doing there and what it meant.

Had she changed her mind?

Had she resolved to give their relationship a chance?

Had she decided to call Dawson on his bullshit?

Seeing his hopeful face at her unexpected presence, Joey cleared her throat and spoke quietly, "Doesn't mean what you think it means."

His heart sinking, Pacey asked tentatively, "Then what does it mean?"

"Well, it means... that I'm... that I'm returning a favor," Joey stammered.

Lifting his hand in supplication, Pacey's face reflected his confusion.

Joey clarified, taking a deep breath, "You were there for me, that first night at the B&B... you know, the trial run? And I'd... I'd…," She paused to swallow the tears that suddenly threatened to close her throat. "…and I'd really like to join you for the maiden voyage of..." she trailed off, raising her hand to indicate the boat gleaming in the moonlight, unable to utter her name. "If… if you'll have me."

Dropping his head, Pacey laughed bitterly to himself at her choice words – 'if you'll have me'.

As if that had ever been their issue.

If only she had wanted to have him.

But he couldn't deny her anything.

Not now.

Probably not ever.

Besides, he wouldn't want to share the maiden voyage with anyone else.

His voice thick with emotion, Pacey replied huskily, "Yeah."

He held out his hand to help her aboard but she was already over the railing and on the deck.

Joey had stepped on board quickly and sure-footed. She just didn't trust herself to touch him, lest she throw herself into his arms and never let go.

Pacey tipped his head toward the cockpit where she turned on the running lights while he cast off. Together they worked in silence, an efficient team, expertly preparing the boat for sail in unison as though they'd done it countless times. He joined her then, motoring out of the slip until they had cleared the marina. Cutting the engine, they hoisted the sails until the brisk night wind caught and filled them.

Side by side, but careful not to touch each other, they sat; Pacey's hand rested on the tiller as they silently glided across the harbor under a giant moon hanging low in the sky.

Though cool moonlight lit their way, it seemed dim compared to the warm, bright light of the sun. They couldn't see too far ahead nor to their right or their left, but moved forward only by the pull of the wind and the tide.

Onlookers would have been forgiven for thinking that before them was a picture perfect scene - two young lovers, on a romantic sail in calm waters.

For from a distance, if you didn't look close enough, you couldn't see their tear stained faces.

And when a heart breaks, it makes no noise.

*~*

Just One Day by Better Than Ezra

If you could change the choices that you made,
Would you do it - today?
If you could spin the world the other way,
Could you do it on faith?
If time would stand still

What would you do? What would you say?
If everyone you love came back for just one day?
How would it feel if every dream came real?
And all the scars you have fade away
For just one day

Imagine all the times you that could take back
What would you have done differently?
Thoughts in your head you never said
Or a heart that you broke and left for dead
If all the pain you had could be released
How life flies by.

What would you do? What would you say?
If everyone you love came back for just one day
How would if feel if every dream came real
And all the scars you have fade away?

For just one day

And the night
All the good times and the fights
All the take and the give
All the moments that we never got to live
Ohhh.....

What would you do? What would you say?
If everyone you love came back for just one day
How would it feel if every dream came real
And all the scars you have fade away

[Repeat]

*~*