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 | As part of that huge English project I had to do, we were required to come up with an alternate or extended ending for the novel. If you haven't read A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks yet, go do so now. This fanfic will make little sense to you if you don't.
This is my second and only finished piece of fanfiction. The first was Sigil Daemonicus, a Silent Hill fanfic/spinoff written in Spanish for a contest. I won fourth place. I might translate and finish it, depends on how lazy I am. 
So, without further ado, enjoy 
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------As I walked into the hospital room, Jamie moved her head slightly and greeted me with a faint “Hello”. For the first time in her life, I realized, she was very afraid. She had been taken to the intensive care ward about a week ago. That was when it
all began. Jamie was lying down on our bed, reading her mother’s Bible; desperately trying to seek some answers, I thought. All of a sudden, however, her face turned very pale, and she looked like she was having seizures.
“Landon... Help... me... I’m not... feeling well...” –Jamie said, weakly.
As soon as she said that, she collapsed in my arms, a tear of pain rolling down her right cheek. I rushed her to the nearest hospital, hoping that it wasn’t too late. I stood by her side for four days straight, worrying. I thought to myself, “Is this it? Is Jamie going to die?”
I looked up to the sky.
“God, I know I haven’t asked you for help or anything, but I need to get this off my chest. I know the day will come when I wake up and Jamie will no longer be at my side, and I want to know if the day has come. I want to make sure she spends her last days at peace.”
“Landon... I’m okay. At least, for now...” – Jamie said, the color returning to her face.
I let out a sigh of relief. Jamie had only recently regained consciousness; she had been out cold for three days straight, and I was beginning to think she’d never wake up. She’d live to die another day, I thought to myself. The question was, when?
“Jamie?”
“Yes, Landon?”
“Aren’t you worried? I mean, that one day you’ll fall asleep, and you’ll never wake up?”, I asked her.
“No... Not at all.”, she said calmly.
“Because, when I fell asleep, I dreamt of a very bright light, brighter than anything I’ve ever seen. Its warm embrace compelled me to approach it. It was then that I realized... I’m going to die.”
“No, don’t say that! You’re going to be fine, Jamie, I promise...”-I said, my voice shaking up a little.
“Landon, it’s okay... After all, I’m going to die, sooner or later... It’s no use mourning me before that day comes along... We should focus more on making sure these last days we spend together... are as happy as possible.”
Jamie smiled widely as she said that. Even in the face of death, she always found a reason to be happy. I was now convinced... that I was that reason.
The following days I made sure to make the most out of the time we spent together. We played checkers —that was Jamie’s favorite game—, we read the Bible together, and I even sang to her before she went to sleep, even though I was so bad that she probably ended up having nightmares. I’d like to think that I was helping her live a little longer.
Unfortunately, that feeling was very short-lived.
Two weeks later, Jamie fell into a coma. The doctors didn’t think she would make it. Frankly, I didn’t either. Jamie looked so frail these last few days; I thought she’d snuff out any time now. Occasionally she reacted to our presence by moving her head slightly, but she wouldn’t regain consciousness. Somehow, I knew this was it. She was slowly withering away in my arms.
They say that when people are about to die, they seemingly go through a spontaneous recovery, only to die a day or two later. A sort of last chance to say goodbye to friends and family, if you will.
When Jamie suddenly woke up from her coma, I could tell her time was up. The doctors said it was a ‘miraculous recovery’. I say it was her final moment, the light at the end of her tunnel. When I looked at her, she was sitting upright on her bed, a brilliant smile on her face.
“Hello, Landon! It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” – Jamie said cheerily.
“So, how are you feeling?”, I said.
“I feel... at peace. I feel like I don’t have a care in the world, because I know I’ll be all right in the end, thanks to the Lord... and you.”
Jamie giggled slightly after saying this. She held my hand, and I held hers. The next thing we knew, we were kissing for what appeared to be an eternity. It was as if time literally stopped for us.
“Landon... I... love you... “
“I love you too, Jamie... Always.”
As soon as we said that, she lost consciousness. Her weakened heart had stopped. The sound of her flatline echoed in my head. Jamie Sullivan was gone... forever. Yet I knew that somehow, she would live on in my heart. Whenever I took a stroll down the street at sunset, I will always remember... that I, Landon Carter, still love Jamie Sullivan.
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