Jamie watched as Landon slept soundly beside her. She smiled sadly. It had been so long since she'd seen him sleep so peacefully. After a month of marriage, she'd finally convinced him that he could sleep soundly at night. Before bed she always promised him she'd wake up with him in the morning. And while Jamie was extremely tired, sitting on the bed watching her husband, she was afraid to fall asleep.

It was ironic, she had thought to herself, that she'd finally calmed Landon's nerves and now her own fears had been inflamed. She knew that she overreacted at the smallest headache or hint of fatigue somtimes. But after sharing her body with cancer for almost 2.5 years, she knew when to sincerely have fear. And that's why she was determined to not let her eyes closed--something wasn't right. She truly believed if she were to fall asleep, she'd break her promise to Landon.

As Landon opened his eyes the next morning, the first thing he noticed was that Jamie was not next to him. Her presence was something he had somehow grown to detect. Almost like a Jamie-Radar, as cheesy as it might have sounded. Most mornings, if Jamie were to get out of bed before Landon, she'd fill the small apartment with a wonderful aroma from cooking breakfast. But Landon didn't smell anything. His heart, which had grown with Jamie's love, began to pound in his chest. Something wasn't right.

He stood up and pulled on a pair sweatpants over his boxers he wore to bed. Then he looked around the small bedroom they shared. He noticed that while the drapes for the patio door were not open, that they were surrendering under the slight morning breeze. He sighed with relief, assuming she'd gone out to read her Bible for a bit before she started breakfast.

Exiting the bedroom, he decided he'd brush his teeth and use the restroom before joining his wife on the patio. He closed his eyes and yawned as he casually pushed the bathroom door open. Then he reached for his toothbrush as he stopped in front of the faux marble covered sink.

As he brushed, he smiled at himself in the mirror. He considered himself to be the happiest man alive. And while he knew his wife was dying, and would probably die before he would start school, he still couldn't help but be content with his life.

After he turned the faucet off and replaced his toothbrush, he could hear that the bathtub was dripping. Money was tight in the Carter Apartment, and Landon was always trying to keep bills as low as possible.

But as Landon pushed the curtain aside his face contorted into horror. Jamie was lying unconcious in a pool of water.

"Jamie," he screamed, pulling her nude body out of the cold water. He frantically felt for a pulse and was relieved to feel her carotid beeting faintly. He held her body close to his and reached for a towel to dry her off.