(Jack's POV)

I can't let her go. I don't want Elizabeth to leave me yet. I love her so much, and I can't imagine my life without her in it.

Abigail came in to change the cold rags on Elizabeth's forehead, as light began to shine through the windows.

"Jack, she'll probably sleep the rest of the day. Want to come downstairs and have something to eat?"

I shook my head and looked at Elizabeth. "Thank you for the offer Abigail, but I'd rather stay up here."

Abigail nodded. "I understand… But before I go, Elizabeth wanted me to give this to you. She wrote it shortly after you two were married." She handed me a folded up piece of paper, which I set down next to me.

"Thank you, I'll be sure to read it." With that, Abigail went back downstairs.

I looked at Elizabeth and wondered how we'd come down to this. Her pale face, used to be so full of warmth. Her cheeks would become rosy pink when I was around. Her skin was light and she was thinner now, almost boney. Her hair lay limp around her face, as she lay in a peaceful sleep.

Peaceful, painless… that's all sleep was anymore. Sleep was the only thing that took Elizabeth's pain away. When she was awake, I could sense that she was in unbearable pain.

All I wanted was to take the pain away. I would've endured it all, so she wouldn't have had to.

I finally unfolded the note from Elizabeth and began to read it…

"Jack,

I write this to you, in hopes that you'll remember me. Do not stay in the past when I am gone. Please, do try and find someone who'll love you as much as I have. I'll always love you, Jack, with all my heart. I still remember when we first met and how you've helped me, saved me… but most of all, you care about me, Jack. And I'll never forget you.

All my love,

Elizabeth Thatcher-Thornton"

Throughout all of this, as I've stayed by Elizabeth's side, trying to help her. I realized in that moment, after reading her letter, that she was actually helping me. That's all Elizabeth has ever done. She helps others when they need it most, whether they know it or not. Everything that woman touches turns to gold, because let's face it, Elizabeth Thatcher-Thornton has a heart made of pure gold. She's my angel.