I woke up to the perfect sunrise. A night alone with the girl of my dreams, with my soul. Spending all night with her in my arms. Waking up with the smell of her hair in the breeze. I don't want to wake her up. I don't want last night to end.

Today will be the hardest of my life. I have to let her go. She has to go to France. I can't let her miss out on this. This is her dream, to leave here. I can't try to make her stay.

"Jo, wake up. We've got to go if you want to change before school. Come on, Joey, wake up."

"Bite me, Pace, I want to sleep." Wait a minute, what is Pacey doing in my house, in my bed? Why do I hear the ocean? Okay, I'm going to open one eye, just to see if this is a dream. Nope, not a dream.

I smirk. Why not? I bite her on the neck, right below her ear.

"Pacey!" I try to look stern, but start to laugh.

God, she's beautiful. I know I don't deserve her, but I'm going to hold her for as long as she lets me. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. How do you feel?"

I smile and sit up. "Better. Oh, no! Bessie's going to kill me for not going home last night."

"No she won't. She knows that you have a decision to make, and besides, she probably thinks you're at Dawson's. Now come on," I hold out my hands, as much to pull her up as to continue touching her. "You don't want to be late for school."

Why did last night have to end. I don't want to leave here. Yes I want to be late for school. I don't want to have to say I'm leaving. I don't want to look at Dawson when he hears. "What should I do, Pacey? Dawson won't forgive me if I leave."

Poor Joey. She tends to worry more about other people then herself. She can't see that her wants are just as important as Dawsons or mine. "I think you shouldn't think about it any longer." I can't stop myself any longer, I kiss her. "I think you've already made your decision and that when the time comes you'll be able to tell everyone. Now give me another kiss before I walk you home."

I kiss him with all my heart. The one thing I couldn't ask is how will I get through the next year without his kisses, without his wit, without his point of view. I have made my decision. I'm going, but I don't know how I'm going to leave him.