Cut from Good Parts Version... Made it difficult to breathe. Impossible to tell whether or not she might still love him. All she could make sense of were her feet, stumbling quickly away from the ghastly sight of Dawson and Pacey together again. Looking her over in their own particular ways that they both had. She wondered if in between the horror she was sure radiated from her gaze, they might see something familiar in the way she saw them too. Had they really not changed at all in nearly four years? Were the only changes cosmetic, if that? Hell no. She thought. She ignored her trembling fingers and focused on how many more steps before she left that damn room with those people who still could live in Capeside. Those people that had forgotten her existence for years, only to pick her up again like a favorite old toy that had been lost in the attic. What right did Pacey have to love her? He hadn�t called her. He knew where she was. He was living in her family�s home. Why couldn�t he move on and show her the way? Why couldn�t he be in the process of screwing half the Eastern seaboard as she�d always felt he must be when she�d been leaned over a toilet throwing up after drinking herself to oblivion that first year away from home? They all wanted to know about her. They wanted to know about Worthington and why she left. They wanted to know why she�d moved to California. Why she�d never called Dawson. But had they ever bothered to find out for themselves? She hadn�t covered any tracks. Josephine Potter had been in her freshman adviser�s office enough to raise eyebrows among secretaries and fellow students alike. She�d spent her second week in the dorm wasted. And she wasn�t going out to do so. Joey had burst into tears and excused herself from Grams� table at the first dinner in Boston with Jack and Jen. |