Shawn sat in his farmiliar cell. The bed was a wooden block. He lay upon it, one hand curled behind his head. His eyes were at the celing, but not paying attention to the cracks. He sang the song Jamie loved. The one he wrote for her. It was never perfect, but it was for her. Shawn would give her the world, but she deserved more. The world was nothing compared to her. And her smile. "...when we were little... we asked them all... what was going on..." he felt his eyes heat up. "...and when we hid in your closet... before your dad could find us..." he closed his eyes so the tears wouldn't come out. The song that always made him cry. "...growing old...but never growing up, never showing any love... at all. And if you can see me now... I haven't changed. We all just stayed the same." But his eyelids couldn't hold all his tears in anymore. He opened his eyes, because it was no use. The celing was unseen through his blurred vision. But he kept going, his voice the same. "I would've caught 1000 colds with you in this air, I can see your breath on my neck.. and all those stars I can't even see..." and he remembered when they sat outside together... in the rose garden. His head laying in her lap, looking up at her. But the moon was directly next to her head, shining, but not as bright as her eyes. His eyes memorized her face, and for a second, he almost saw her smiling up in the celing. "...and all those words I lost... I think we just forgot..." Then he sang... to a part that wasn't in the song. "Jamie... Jamie..." He almost saw her again. "Come back to me."