T Vacio (Your Emptiness) by: Crystal

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Distribution: Put it anywhere you want as long as you send an e-mail to me at AVega@AOL.COM.

Type: D/J

Note: This fanfic takes place in the new season after Joey had dumped Dawson. It is based on rumors that I've heard about the second season.

T Vacio (Your Emptiness)

Un dia mas y tu no estas aqui
No me concentro tan solo pienso en ti
Dicen que basta
Que es hora de vivir
Y es imposible
Ves lo que queda de mi?
Aqui esta mi cuerpo
Para que hagas lo que querias de el
Aqui esta mi alma
Para que sigas ensanandote
Aqui esta mi nombre
Para que pongas a su lado una cruz
Aqui esta el final
De mis suenos escrito en tu papel
Muneca Cruel
Aqui esta mi sangre
Que aun su altera cuando me hablan de ti
Aqui esta por fin mi futuro
Y tu no estas en el
Muneca Cruel
Vuelve a llover
Todo me siente mal
Salgo a buscarte
No se como empezar
Hago que duermo
Porque no quiero hablar
Mira mi vida
Es un desastre total
Aqui esta mi cuerpo
Para que hagas lo que querias de el
Aqui esta mi alma
Para que sigas ensanandote
Aqui esta mi nombre
Para que pongas a su lado una cruz
Aqui esta el final
De mis suenos escrito en tu papel
Muneca Cruel
Aqui esta mi sangre
Que aun su altera cuando me hablan de ti
Aqui esta por fin mi futuro
tu no estas en el
Muneca Cruel
"Muneca Cruel"- Enrique Iglesia

Note from me (Alex): Just a little translation summary of the song with my limited Spanish: "Mueca Cruel" means "cruel doll." It's basically about a guy not being able to believe that the woman he loves is not besides him anymore and how they can't think of anything else. He is willing to do anything, but he doesn't think his love will come back. His life is currently a disaster without them. Sorry if I've translated some of that wrong, I've just taken a few years of Spanish in school so I thought I'd give it a shot :)

Dawson gazed into the clear, amber fluid in the glass. With a sudden abrupt movement he bolted it's contents. He had gotten the bottle of whiskey from his parent's cabinet downstairs. He was determined to get dead drunk.

Sobriety had no appeal. All it brought up was images of Joey. Joey as she had broken up with him, as if their relationship had been merely a brief fling. Damn it! Dawson slammed his glass down on his desk. Why could he never escape from all of it?

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Joey slowly rowed to Dawson's house. She dreaded seeing him but she had to. Pacey had told her that Dawson looked like a zombie. He didn't seem to care about anything anymore.

Joey now had Jack and she really liked him. She didn't regret her decision to dump Dawson, she just wished he could take it better. Wasn't he the one who had cheated on her and kissed Jen? And hadn't she put put up with his relationship with Jen?

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Dawson fixed himself another shot of whiskey and downed it as Joey climbed in through the window.

"Dawson. We need to talk..." Joey broke off as she saw Dawson staring at her with hostile, bloodshot eyes. He was unmistakeably drunk.

In his current drunken state Dawson was able to disassociate himself from his feelings. In a slurred voice he said, "Hey, Jo."

"Dawson...what the hell are you doing?! Your parent's are downstairs!" she exclaimed, glancing at the door, expecting Dawson's parent's to burst into the room at any moment.

"What does it look like, Jo? I'm trying to drown my sorrows in a bottle. I recall that you did so once," he stumbled over the words.

"Dawson. Come on...don't do this. All you'll end up with is a major hangover, judging by the amount you've drank," she picked up the bottle and glass.

Dawson smiled dreamily, "You're right, Jo. I'm really tired. Goodnight." With a gusty sigh he passed out onto the bed.

"Great," Joey said, exasperated. She covered Dawson with a blanket and left. She threw the glass and bottle into the creek. What had he been thinking? Joey knew she should feel some sympathy for him but she felt none. She doubted he would try to get drunk again anytime soon. After the party at Cliff's, she hadn't. Why wouldn't he get over her?

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The next morning Dawson got up with a horrible hangover. His head pounded and his mouth tasted horrible. He got up and went to the mirror. "Shit," he muttered. He looked like death warmed over. Dawson was dead if his parent's saw him.

He stumbled back into bed and threw the covers over himself. Thoughts of Joey invaded. "Damn. Will this never end?" he mumbled.

To be continued...

Sorry if it's sorta short. The next one will be longer, I promise. Sorry I didn't translate the song but I'm busy studying for my P-SAT, so I don't have time. But it's basically about a guy who has lost the woman he loves and can't forget about her. Please send feedback!

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