Title: Butterfly
Summary: After Jamie dies Landon finds it hard to cope until something truly miraculous happens.
Disclaimer: I don't own Landon or Jamie's dad or Landon's mum or anyone. Only the butterfly.
Landon was back at his mom's house. He couldn't bear to go to his and Jamie's home. Too many memories washed over him as he stood on the front porch...
- Landon carried Jamie up the stairs. They were both laughing and joking around as he carried her effortlessly. He opened the front door and walked inside.-
-They'd just had the biggest fight, it had ended when Landon had finally yelled. The first time in their marriage he had. They'd been arguing over his father and when Landon yelled Jamie just went pale and went to her bedroom. Landon walked up the stairs to the front porch with a bunch of flowers and rang the door bell. Jamie was inside cooking tomato soup and answered the door. When she opened the door Landon gave her the flowers and she smiled at him over them when he said,
"We're going to his place on Saturday. I love you."-
But there would be one memory that would stay with him forever.
-Landon stood outside the house. It was freezing cold because it was about 5 or 6 am. He knew that Jamie would be up, her sleeping hours were erratic now and she usually went to sleep at 5 at night and wake up at 5 in the morning.
Jamie opened the windows and walked out onto the balcony. She looked down and saw Landon there. She looked shocked and asked,
"Landon! What are you doing out there?"
Landon said,
"I take thee at thy word. Call me but 'love', and I'll be new baptised. Henceforth I never will be Landon." Jamie smiled at him as she realised that he was quoting Shakespeare in her favourite play and favourite part. Romeo and Juliet the balcony scene, such a classic.
"Come inside Landon." She said with a big smile.
"Shall thou climb thy gutter or come in thee's doorway?"
"You'll catch a cold." Jamie warned. Landon smiled at her and said,
"Happy Birthday thoust love." Jamie smiled at his attempt at old English and he walked inside the house.-
He was sitting on his old bed and he looked around his room. A poster of one of the bands he'd liked as a teen hung on his wall and the lead singer glared at him. Tears silently crept down his cheeks. He sat there, not moving or thinking until one word entered his mind.
He left the house in a rush, not bothering to explain to his mom. He just grabbed his coat and went to his car. He started it up and pulled out of the driveway and drove to the highway. All this time one single word resonated in his mind. Cliff.
AN: I don't know about you but I don't think that this is a very happy Landon. ï