Author's Chapter Notes:
I feel like this chapter is where my Pam really starts to deviate from canon-Pam. So I figured I'd clarify. Pam's characterization in this fic is being based solely around the idea that she took all of that "Jim in Stamford" time, lonely and single for the first time in her life, and really found herself as a person. She's still her old self (quiet, funny, and a little awkward)...but she's gotten to a point where she's realized that she has nothing else to lose. She's reached the same "all or nothing" place that Jim had hit on Casino Night, when he finally broke apart and put himself out there. Plus, everyone knows that it's easier to confront someone on paper than it is to confront them to their face.
Also, to every singly one of my beloved reviewers: YOU ROCK! I *love* you guys. I've been updating every weekday, blowing off work and other "priorities", because you guys motivate me like it's your job. :0) Bomb diggety, yo. Seriously, if it hadn't been for all of the great things you've said, I probably would've dropped off after a couple of chapters and disappeared. So thanks.
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“I know how you feel right now.
Confused. Overwhelmed. Disconnected.
You’re not sure what to do.
The drudgery of your day has been amplified, and the one person that made everything okay, that made it all worthwhile, is gone.
You hope you’re dreaming, but you know better.
You desperately need to talk to someone, but the one person you need most is the one who has caused the whole complicated mess.
And the only thing you’re sure of…is that it’s all your fault.
This is what it feels like to be abandoned.”
He crumpled the note into his pocket.
Shit.
