life goes on (completed)

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Pam's POV

I sat in my car, knees pulled up to my chest, as I continued to sob. I couldn't get the imagine of Fergal proposing to Becky out of my head. That should be me. I should be marrying Fergal.

I jumped a bit as I heard a knock on my car window. Since I was parked outside a popular bar, I figured someone would notice me. But the person I saw shocked the hell out of me.

"Aaron?"

I asked as I rolled my window down.

"Hey Pam. What's wrong?"

He asked.

"It's nothing."

I said as I wiped my tears.

"C'mon Pam. I know you better then that. You don't cry unless something hurting you a lot. What's wrong."

Aaron said as I sighed.

"It's Fergal. He's engaged and having a baby with Becky."

I said. Saying it aloud didn't make it feel any more real.

"Aw Pam. Come here. I'll cheer you up."

Aaron said as he opened the car door. I got out as Aaron began to play music from my phone. I laughed as I realized that he was playing the song that we used to consider 'our song'.

"Remember when we used to slow dance around the living room to this song?"

Aaron asked.

"Yes."

I said with a smile.

"May I have this dance?"

Aaron asked as he stuck his hand out. I smiled as I placed my hand in his and started dancing as we listened to the song.

"Cause all I know is we said hello
And your eyes look like coming home
All I know is a simple name, everything has changed
All I know is you held the door
You'll be mine and I'll be yours
All I know since yesterday is everything has changed
And all my walls stood tall painted blue
But I'll take 'em down, take 'em down and open up the door for you
And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies the beautiful kind
Making up for lost time, taking flight, making me feel like."

I looked up at Aaron and smiled. And then I went for it.

I kissed him.

Once we released, I felt all the feelings I had for him again.

"Oh Aaron! Why did I ever leave you?"

I cried into his chest.

"Shhh, it's okay Pam. I'm here now."

Aaron said as he kissed the top of my head. If Fergal could move on, why couldn't I.