A Way Over the Rainbow (LPOV) CH. 1
Rated:PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in AWTR. I wish I did!
We'd been married only a month before Jamie's condition worsened. I spent every waking
moment with her, always by her side. We still tried to full fill all her dreams on her to do list,
which was quite difficult, due to Jamie's deteriorating health. We tried to keep up the
optimism, but it was looking dim. We read the bible regularly, and I couldn't help but wonder
how her eyes radiated the light that was still within her soul, even in the midst of the foreign
monster that was slowly eating her alive.
"How do you do it?" I asked.
"Do what?" Jamie replied, obviously confused.
"Act like everything is fine."
"Well, at the moment everything is."
"How can you say that, with everything that's happening to you!? You're dying Jamie! Don't
you realize this? And a piece of me is dying with you." I cried, but tried hiding my tears from
Jamie.
"You think I don't know that? Every day I have to wake up and look at myself in the mirror,
and know that today might be my last! I have to be strong, because no one else seems to be. I
dread the day I won't awake in your arms, and look into your beautiful face. I live with the fact
that I'm dying and I'm trying to make the best of the time I do have left. So don't tell me I
don't realize this, because I do. I'm just trying to look on the bright side of the rainbow,
something I suggest you do too."
"I'm sorry Jamie, but I have to live with it too. The leukemia is not only killing you, it's killing
me as well. I try to be optimistic, but there is nothing to be optimistic about! I love you Jamie! I
love you with my whole heart and soul! You complete me! I'm just going to miss you so much
and..." I broke down, tears clouding my last few words. I put my head in my hands and weeped
bitterly, no longer able to hold it back. Jamie wrapped her frail, disease- stricken arms around
my trembling shoulders and whispered that everything would be all right, even though her
own tears still glistened on her thin face. We sat there, rocking, in each others arms, and we
cried for everything that is happening and everything that won't.
Rated:PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in AWTR. I wish I did!
We'd been married only a month before Jamie's condition worsened. I spent every waking
moment with her, always by her side. We still tried to full fill all her dreams on her to do list,
which was quite difficult, due to Jamie's deteriorating health. We tried to keep up the
optimism, but it was looking dim. We read the bible regularly, and I couldn't help but wonder
how her eyes radiated the light that was still within her soul, even in the midst of the foreign
monster that was slowly eating her alive.
"How do you do it?" I asked.
"Do what?" Jamie replied, obviously confused.
"Act like everything is fine."
"Well, at the moment everything is."
"How can you say that, with everything that's happening to you!? You're dying Jamie! Don't
you realize this? And a piece of me is dying with you." I cried, but tried hiding my tears from
Jamie.
"You think I don't know that? Every day I have to wake up and look at myself in the mirror,
and know that today might be my last! I have to be strong, because no one else seems to be. I
dread the day I won't awake in your arms, and look into your beautiful face. I live with the fact
that I'm dying and I'm trying to make the best of the time I do have left. So don't tell me I
don't realize this, because I do. I'm just trying to look on the bright side of the rainbow,
something I suggest you do too."
"I'm sorry Jamie, but I have to live with it too. The leukemia is not only killing you, it's killing
me as well. I try to be optimistic, but there is nothing to be optimistic about! I love you Jamie! I
love you with my whole heart and soul! You complete me! I'm just going to miss you so much
and..." I broke down, tears clouding my last few words. I put my head in my hands and weeped
bitterly, no longer able to hold it back. Jamie wrapped her frail, disease- stricken arms around
my trembling shoulders and whispered that everything would be all right, even though her
own tears still glistened on her thin face. We sat there, rocking, in each others arms, and we
cried for everything that is happening and everything that won't.