Just before the last chapter I have some thankyous'. Firstly, thankyou to Cloud for writing Jamie's letter to Joelle. Secondly to Bryan Adams for lending me the song, and finally, thanks to Confuse for hosting this story and all my others on her site, and to all my readers.

Chapter Eight

The house was silent. Joelle remembered a time when this house had been full of life. When kids would go running in and out of the door to get cookies and ice cream from Jamie's parents. Now the life was gone. An entire family wiped out. It was strange. She had been in this house alone so many time. But this time it was different. This time there was no one coming back. They were all gone. She sat on the sofa surrounded by the mess Jamie hadn't cleared up before he had died. She took something out of her pocket. The book which had been lying on Jamie's chest, open at the very page she had in front of her now.

*"Look into my eyes - you will see what you mean to me. Search your heart. Search your soul. And when you find me there you'll search no more. Don't tell me it's not worth trying for. You can't tell me it's not worth dying for. You know it's true. Everything I do. I do it for you."

Joelle I don't know if you'll ever read what is in these pages but I want you to know that this song truly imitates what is in my heart. I've loved you since we first met but no matter how strong my feelings were I could never show them. I know you've found someone who you love and who loves you for who you are and I bear you no hatred or ill will but I believe It would be better if I was no longer here. I'm going to join my sister but know that I will always look down on you and my love for you will last forever no matter what you do you will always have a place in my heart..

Jamie*

As she read the last sentence a tear rolled down her cheek and dripped on the place where he had signed his name, smudging it and spreading black ink around, completely obscuring what was written there. She closed the book. She would read later what his sister had written all those years ago. Now she placed the book back in her pocket. She stood up. She had arrangements to make. Ice had suggested they give Jamie a proper funeral, and she agreed. Jamie had always wanted a good send off. And there was only one song that could possibly be played. Everything I do, I do it for you. The song that had been among the last things he had said. She sung the song in her head softly, more tears rolling down her cheeks and dripping onto the floor.

"Goodbye Jamie," she said softly. "I love you."