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They both laughed, low and throaty, then he sighed and buried his face in her neck. "I
could tell you how much I missed you, but I'd get it so wrong. It would sound like I just
wasn't as happy without you as I am with you, and that's just not even it at all. I'd never
be able to tell you," he said, watching a bead of sweat work its way down the side of her
face, "how much my life wasn't my life, or how much I wasn't myself, or how much
everything's just been totally, ridiculously wrong since the day you left."
She ran her fingers through his hair. "It's my fault for leaving. Have I told you how sorry
I am about that?"
"You have," he nodded as he rolled off her to lie on his side. "but you didn't even have
to."
She looked at him and rolled onto her side to face him. "Can I tell you something?"
He shrugged. "Anything."
"You are the most amazing person I have ever met." Somehow, when she said it, it
wasn't a cliché. He heard in it all the times he had held her hand, all the times he had
leaned over and touched her forehead with his, all the times he had told her things she
desperately wanted to hear, and all the times he told her things she desperately didn't
want to hear. He heard fifteen years of history and, if he wasn't mistaken, more years
than that yet to come.
He reached over and touched her cheek. "Thank you, Joey," he said, then took his
thumb and brushed away a tear winding down the side of her nose. "Don't cry." He
chuckled. "Don't cry, because you'll make me cry."
"Too late, huh?" She drew close to him, and kissed the corner of his eye, tasting the
salty dampness that was half a tear and half sweat. "Love you," she whispered.
He kissed her, softly, simply, and almost chastely. "Love you, too."
***
"As fascinating as all you people are," Jack said as he stood up to leave, "it's ten o'clock,
and if I don't get a good night's sleep, I'm not going to be able to stay awake at the big
bash tomorrow. Besides, Andie made me promise I'd get in at a reasonable hour.
C'mon, you." He gave a quick tug at Pete's sleeve.
"He's very warm and giving, but he's extremely strict about curfew," Pete said as he
threw some money on the table. "That should cover us."
"Dawson, it's great to see you, Chris, it was great to meet you, and Jen, it's great to see
the pink back in your cheeks." Jack winked at her. She glared back. "Okay, tomorrow,
then." Jack and Pete strolled out the door of the cafe and disappeared.
Chris and Jen stared across the table at each other, then fixed their eyes on Dawson.
Almost immediately, he raised his eyebrows. "Right. Well, you know, if I don't get a