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Joey got up from her spot, brushed off the remnants of sands, and began to walk down the
narrow path that Pacey had just followed. As she walked further down the path to her
house, she could see the squad car on the main road, heading down to Witter house hold.
Smiling sadly, she kicked the pebbles in her trail. A swirl of gray dust whirled around
her. Reaching the steps, she saw a white envelope sitting on the blue painted rail of the
Her hands lingered on the paper, her fingers tracing the scribble lettering of her name in
black ink. Joesephine was written across it. He was the only one who called me
Josephine, she thought. Could she really read it? Could she deal with the pain that came
along with the letter? Everything that he needed to say was going to be in it, and all of
that came along with alot of baggage that she couldn't deal with right now. When she
would leave to catch the train to Boston, she would read it. Yes, she decided. That was
when I will read it.
I just hope I can last that long.
Opening the door, she could hear the sounds of laughter racing towards her from her little
nephew Alex. Out holding her arms, he ran into them, throwing his tiny arms around her
neck. "Oh, Alex, I missed you," she said, kissing his nose.
"Missed ya too, Aunt Joey," smiled Alex. She gently let him down, and he wobbled over
to the his blocks in front of the television. Laughing, she went in her room, beginning to
pack for the up and coming trip this weekend.
Tossing the letter on her desk, she went over to the walk in closet to find her suitcases to
pack. Throwing them on her neatly made bed, she went over to her dresser to pack all of
the nessacary clothes. When she got to school, she would make a trip to the mall in
Boston to buy new college clothes. Hopefully her new room-mate could help her with
As she threw her clothes in the bag, it all made it seem so real. She was leaving in two
days, and it seemed as if the days just went by so slowly. And the next one would never
come. The feeling was horrible, but the pain just made it more real.
As the sun began to set over the horizon, she grabbed her keys that laid over on the white
wooden painted dresser, and began to walk outside, hoping that Jen was home.
Seeing the tan car in the Ryan's driveway, the white pick up truck's engine silented down
to a even silence of the night. Ejecting the keys, she hurried inside, jingling them in her
Jumping up the steps, she went up the stairs to Jen's room, hoping that she was alone. No
matter how much she loved Jack, she didn't really want to talk to him about this. Afterall,
he practically replaced
Pacey as Dawson's new best friend. Ignoring Mrs. Ryan's calls, she brust into Jen's room.
Jen was sitting on the bed, flipping through pages of a Vouge magazine. "Hey! If this is
a bad time, I could come back later," Joey said, as she sat down on the bed.
"No, it's okay. What's up?" Jen closed the magazine and placed it down on a shelf below.
"Well, I saw Pacey today, and he wants me to tell him that he needs to stay," Joey
"What did you say?" she inquired. Jen tilted her head, and watched as Joey tried to find
"I said that we should just go our separate lives. You go work on that yaut this summer,
and I, I will go on to Worthington this weekend. But..." Joey tried to hold the tears back,
but it wasn't working. She should have just told him that she wanted him to stay. And
everything that had happened between them was over, and they could start over.
"...that wasn't what you want to say," Jen guessed.
"No. No it wasn't," Joey finished. It wasn't what she wanted to say. But her mind over
powered her heart that time, she guessed.
"Joey, this is what I think. I think that you need to run after that boy, and tell him exactly
what you feel. Don't let anything stop you. And then...then you can tell him what you
really feel," Jen suggested.
Joey smiled. "Yeah, that's what I'm going to do." She went to go give her friend a hug,
and then she went out to find Pacey. She couldn't just let him leave her. No, she couldn't.