It has been a few weeks since Jamie had been seen by Shawn. Jamie... she wasn't just beautiful. But she was everything. She was so perfect, and more. Not the sluts at the parties with obviously fake blonde hair that is nonexistant in nature, that they swear is real, but... different. She was one to love flowers, and sing with her imperfect voice, and wear whatever she felt, never thinking about sex, but more. Love that didn't need sex. Or anything. Just reckless... and... Naked. It was so pure. In a world where everything is corrupted, she hadn't been touched. And it was so painfully beautiful.