Hi my people! I was bored, so I thought I'd put up another story. Disclaimer- I didn't have one in my last story, so this goes double. If I owned A Walk to Remember, I wouldn't have let Jamie die. That's very contradicting though, because in all my stories so far, Jamie dies. Oh well.

I stood up in the front of the church, waiting. For some reason, I wasn't nervous. I had been told so many times about the jitters you get on your wedding day, but there were none. I felt sure that I was making the right decision; there was no need for questions. I loved Jamie with all my heart, and even though everyone had told me that I was just setting myself up for heart break and I had been reminded numerous times that we couldn't have kids, I didn't care. Jamie deserved to have the wedding she dreamed of, although I knew I wasn't the man she ever dreamed of marrying. I was humming Only Hope under my breath until the church doors swung open, and there stood Jamie, looking like an angel. I was so happy that it was her father marrying us. I know we disliked each other in the beginning, but we got to know each other, and he's become a father to me. Jamie slowly walked up to me, and I saw the evidence of the cancer slowly eating at her body in her happy but weak eyes. She smiled, and suddenly, her cancer didn't matter, the fact that we possibly could only have a week together didn't matter. All that mattered was that we were in love, and we knew we would always have the other, in spirit and in flesh, in heart and in mind; the other would always be with us. In what seemed like a flash, her father pronounced man and wife, and we started our life together, although neither of us knew exactly how long our life together would last, but all that mattered was we were in love. Deeply in love.