A one chapter short story in Landon's point of view at the time of Jamie's
death.
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We're in Jamie's room, the room where she played when a child and cried when taunted at school, but still her favorite place. "Landon," she smiles, opening her eyes, just noticing me although I've been here for over an hour. The medication they have been giving her, very powerful stuff, has taken its toll on her, causing her to sleep most of her day away.
"Jamie," I said, love making my eyes water. "How are you?" She smiles again, and I know that she knows, although no one's told her.
"Landon, don't beat around the bush, you know I hate that." Her smile hasn't faded. "I know it's my time soon." I start to cry, silently, tears rolling softly down my cheeks, hoping she hadn't noticed. But of course she had.
"Don't cry Landon, don't," she said, crying herself. "We knew this was coming, for a long time." I nodded my head, then remembered the present I had for her. I kissed her head, incase in the seconds it would take me to get it, she would pass. "I'll be right back. Only a couple of seconds. Okay?" Jamie nodded, smile still on her face.
I ran to my bag which I had set on the bottom of the steps. When I reached it, I tore at the zipper, opening it and digging inside to find it.
I ran back up stairs, and opened the door quietly. Jamie was still smiling, and I went up to her. That's when I saw she wasn't breathing.
Tears rolled down my face, but knowing she didn't want or need an ambulance anymore, sat next to her, setting my present on top of her. It was a picture of the two of them at the local Beaufort Fair, both of them laughing with Jamie having a bit of cotton candy in her hair from the fight that had happened right before it was taken. They were crying, because of laughing so hard.
I lifted the picture from her, showing it to what appeared to be air. "Look Jamie! Remember?" A slight, cooling breeze swept across me, and I looked for an open window. There was none.
Please R & R! Thanks!
PLEASE R&R!
We're in Jamie's room, the room where she played when a child and cried when taunted at school, but still her favorite place. "Landon," she smiles, opening her eyes, just noticing me although I've been here for over an hour. The medication they have been giving her, very powerful stuff, has taken its toll on her, causing her to sleep most of her day away.
"Jamie," I said, love making my eyes water. "How are you?" She smiles again, and I know that she knows, although no one's told her.
"Landon, don't beat around the bush, you know I hate that." Her smile hasn't faded. "I know it's my time soon." I start to cry, silently, tears rolling softly down my cheeks, hoping she hadn't noticed. But of course she had.
"Don't cry Landon, don't," she said, crying herself. "We knew this was coming, for a long time." I nodded my head, then remembered the present I had for her. I kissed her head, incase in the seconds it would take me to get it, she would pass. "I'll be right back. Only a couple of seconds. Okay?" Jamie nodded, smile still on her face.
I ran to my bag which I had set on the bottom of the steps. When I reached it, I tore at the zipper, opening it and digging inside to find it.
I ran back up stairs, and opened the door quietly. Jamie was still smiling, and I went up to her. That's when I saw she wasn't breathing.
Tears rolled down my face, but knowing she didn't want or need an ambulance anymore, sat next to her, setting my present on top of her. It was a picture of the two of them at the local Beaufort Fair, both of them laughing with Jamie having a bit of cotton candy in her hair from the fight that had happened right before it was taken. They were crying, because of laughing so hard.
I lifted the picture from her, showing it to what appeared to be air. "Look Jamie! Remember?" A slight, cooling breeze swept across me, and I looked for an open window. There was none.
Please R & R! Thanks!