Eric walked up to Landon's house to ring the doorbell, but he saw Landon
was standing outside by the creek up the hill near the house. Eric walked
over to Landon. What does he want? "Hey man, what's up?" asked Eric. Why
won't he just go away? I don't want to talk to him right now. "Talk to me,"
said Eric. "About what?" asked Landon, turning away from Eric. "She is the
greatest person that I have ever known. I can't lose her." Eric came
closer and put his hand on Landon's shoulder. Landon shook off Eric's hand
and walked away, back down the hill and into the house. Just leave me
alone; I don't want to be near anyone right now.
Landon went to his room and got his keys and his wallet off the mahogany nightstand near his bed. He picked up the jacket hanging on the hook behind his door and headed downstairs. He got in the car and drove to Jamie's.
He stopped his car in front of her house and slowly went up the walk. He knocked on the door and Reverend Sullivan let him in, but didn't say anything when he opened the door. Landon just went upstairs to Jamie's room. As he made his way upstairs, he saw that the door was partially closed. He walked up quietly, so he didn't wake her up if she was sleeping. He peeked through the small crack between the door frame and the door, and he saw that Jamie was sleeping in her bed.
Landon quietly opened the door and walked into the room, sitting next to the bed and holding Jamie's hand as she slept. He looked around her room. It was a very girly room. Lacy comforter, and pillows, and pretty framed pictures hanging above her bed, and pictures of her and her friends together sitting near her desk where she did her homework, and her telescope sitting by the window. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful, like an angel. She is so pale but still she looks as beautiful as she did on stage, singing to me. And she when we were in the cemetery together, looking at the stars, and when I told her that I loved her and when we danced, and when I put the butterfly tattoo on her shoulder in the car. Somehow I just can't see that she's sick, I just can't face it. She can't be dying. She is too good of a person for God to take her away. Why can't he take me? Why her and not me? I don't know what I am going to do without her.
Landon sat near Jamie's bed for the rest of the afternoon, until the light became soft and purple outside, and the twilight came over the sky. Jamie was still sleeping, her chest moving up and down slowly with her shallow breathing. Landon stayed there for a little while, but was startled by a knock at the door. He looked up and saw that it was Reverend Sullivan. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "A little," said Landon. Reverend opened the door the remainder of the way and Landon noticed that he was holding a tray of food. "Here, take this, and if you can wake her up gently because she needs to eat," he said. "Thank you," said Landon, taking the try. "Mmm, smells good." "Hey," said Landon. Seeing Jamie up, he set the tray on the bay window. He came over to the bed and sat down on it near her. "How are you today?" he asked. "I'm okay, how are you?" she asked. "I'm good." "Are you hungry, maybe just a little bit?" asked Landon. Jamie nodded. Landon walked over to the bay window and picked up the bowl of soup and a spoon.
He walked back over to the bed and sat down on it. Jamie sat up, propping the pillows up behind her back. Landon moved up closer and put a towel under her chin so she wouldn't spill any soup on her clothes or blankets. Then he slowly spoon-fed her the soup, spoon full by spoon full until the small cup was empty. I can't stand seeing her like this. I just can't stand it. But I have no choice. I want to see her get better and feel better, so I am going to do whatever I can to help her. I can't let her see me upset, it would just make her more upset and that's not what she needs right now. Landon took the cup and set it down on the tray that was laying on the bay window. "I'll be right back, I'm just going to take this downstairs," said Landon, picking up the chair and heading downstairs, shutting the door a little as he left. That was so hard seeing her like that. And this isn't even the worst of it.
He set the bowl and spoon in the sink and left the tray on the counter and headed back upstairs. As he walked, he heard a cuckoo-clock chime 9:30. Landon walked back into Jamie's room. "You can go if you want to, you don't have to stay here any longer," said Jamie. I don't want to leave because I am scared that something will happen to her when I leave. But I don't want her to know that. Just act natural, don't let her know that you are worried about her. Landon shook his head. "I want to stay with you as long as possible, I won't leave unless you want me to." Jamie shook her head. "Please stay with me until I fall asleep," she said softly. Sounds like that's going to be pretty soon. But I'll wait until she is asleep; just to make sure that she is okay. "I'll stay as long as you want," said Landon.
Jamie moved her pillows down, so that she was not lying up so high. "I have something for you," she said. She reached over and pointed to a small book on her nightstand. Landon reached for it and handed it to her. "Don't worry, it's not a Bible," she giggled a little. "It was my mother's. It has quotes from her favorite books, quotes by famous people, her thoughts." She handed it to Landon. "Let's check it out," he said, taking it in his hands and opening it. "What is a friend? It is a single soul dwelling in two bodies. That's Aristotle," said Landon. Jamie sat up a little and turned a few pages to find a quote that she wanted Landon to read to her. He turned the pages as her frail fingers guided the pages. "Find out who you are, do it on purpose. That's Dolly Parton," read Landon. "I always thought she was smart," said Jamie, smiling. Landon closed the book and put it back on Jamie's nightstand for her.
"You know what I figured out today?" said Jamie. "What?" asked Landon. I hope it's not something bad. "Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for me. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick." She smiled. "You're my angel." What is she doing to me? Get a hold of yourself. Come on, you have to be strong for her. Just be strong. Be strong.
Landon sat down in the chair next to Jamie, holding her hand and talking to her as she slowly faded back to sleep. Landon held her hand tightly, and just listened to Jamie's breathing. She's not going to last much longer. I want to do something very special for her, something great. Something that will show her how much I love her and care for her. Something to show her how much she means to me. When he looked up again, Jamie was asleep. And Landon had the perfect idea of what he could do for her. He stood up, tucking Jamie in as she slept. He shut the light off and closed the blinds, and crept quietly downstairs with the perfect idea of what to do for Jamie.
Landon went to his room and got his keys and his wallet off the mahogany nightstand near his bed. He picked up the jacket hanging on the hook behind his door and headed downstairs. He got in the car and drove to Jamie's.
He stopped his car in front of her house and slowly went up the walk. He knocked on the door and Reverend Sullivan let him in, but didn't say anything when he opened the door. Landon just went upstairs to Jamie's room. As he made his way upstairs, he saw that the door was partially closed. He walked up quietly, so he didn't wake her up if she was sleeping. He peeked through the small crack between the door frame and the door, and he saw that Jamie was sleeping in her bed.
Landon quietly opened the door and walked into the room, sitting next to the bed and holding Jamie's hand as she slept. He looked around her room. It was a very girly room. Lacy comforter, and pillows, and pretty framed pictures hanging above her bed, and pictures of her and her friends together sitting near her desk where she did her homework, and her telescope sitting by the window. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful, like an angel. She is so pale but still she looks as beautiful as she did on stage, singing to me. And she when we were in the cemetery together, looking at the stars, and when I told her that I loved her and when we danced, and when I put the butterfly tattoo on her shoulder in the car. Somehow I just can't see that she's sick, I just can't face it. She can't be dying. She is too good of a person for God to take her away. Why can't he take me? Why her and not me? I don't know what I am going to do without her.
Landon sat near Jamie's bed for the rest of the afternoon, until the light became soft and purple outside, and the twilight came over the sky. Jamie was still sleeping, her chest moving up and down slowly with her shallow breathing. Landon stayed there for a little while, but was startled by a knock at the door. He looked up and saw that it was Reverend Sullivan. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "A little," said Landon. Reverend opened the door the remainder of the way and Landon noticed that he was holding a tray of food. "Here, take this, and if you can wake her up gently because she needs to eat," he said. "Thank you," said Landon, taking the try. "Mmm, smells good." "Hey," said Landon. Seeing Jamie up, he set the tray on the bay window. He came over to the bed and sat down on it near her. "How are you today?" he asked. "I'm okay, how are you?" she asked. "I'm good." "Are you hungry, maybe just a little bit?" asked Landon. Jamie nodded. Landon walked over to the bay window and picked up the bowl of soup and a spoon.
He walked back over to the bed and sat down on it. Jamie sat up, propping the pillows up behind her back. Landon moved up closer and put a towel under her chin so she wouldn't spill any soup on her clothes or blankets. Then he slowly spoon-fed her the soup, spoon full by spoon full until the small cup was empty. I can't stand seeing her like this. I just can't stand it. But I have no choice. I want to see her get better and feel better, so I am going to do whatever I can to help her. I can't let her see me upset, it would just make her more upset and that's not what she needs right now. Landon took the cup and set it down on the tray that was laying on the bay window. "I'll be right back, I'm just going to take this downstairs," said Landon, picking up the chair and heading downstairs, shutting the door a little as he left. That was so hard seeing her like that. And this isn't even the worst of it.
He set the bowl and spoon in the sink and left the tray on the counter and headed back upstairs. As he walked, he heard a cuckoo-clock chime 9:30. Landon walked back into Jamie's room. "You can go if you want to, you don't have to stay here any longer," said Jamie. I don't want to leave because I am scared that something will happen to her when I leave. But I don't want her to know that. Just act natural, don't let her know that you are worried about her. Landon shook his head. "I want to stay with you as long as possible, I won't leave unless you want me to." Jamie shook her head. "Please stay with me until I fall asleep," she said softly. Sounds like that's going to be pretty soon. But I'll wait until she is asleep; just to make sure that she is okay. "I'll stay as long as you want," said Landon.
Jamie moved her pillows down, so that she was not lying up so high. "I have something for you," she said. She reached over and pointed to a small book on her nightstand. Landon reached for it and handed it to her. "Don't worry, it's not a Bible," she giggled a little. "It was my mother's. It has quotes from her favorite books, quotes by famous people, her thoughts." She handed it to Landon. "Let's check it out," he said, taking it in his hands and opening it. "What is a friend? It is a single soul dwelling in two bodies. That's Aristotle," said Landon. Jamie sat up a little and turned a few pages to find a quote that she wanted Landon to read to her. He turned the pages as her frail fingers guided the pages. "Find out who you are, do it on purpose. That's Dolly Parton," read Landon. "I always thought she was smart," said Jamie, smiling. Landon closed the book and put it back on Jamie's nightstand for her.
"You know what I figured out today?" said Jamie. "What?" asked Landon. I hope it's not something bad. "Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for me. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick." She smiled. "You're my angel." What is she doing to me? Get a hold of yourself. Come on, you have to be strong for her. Just be strong. Be strong.
Landon sat down in the chair next to Jamie, holding her hand and talking to her as she slowly faded back to sleep. Landon held her hand tightly, and just listened to Jamie's breathing. She's not going to last much longer. I want to do something very special for her, something great. Something that will show her how much I love her and care for her. Something to show her how much she means to me. When he looked up again, Jamie was asleep. And Landon had the perfect idea of what he could do for her. He stood up, tucking Jamie in as she slept. He shut the light off and closed the blinds, and crept quietly downstairs with the perfect idea of what to do for Jamie.