Jamie awoke early in the morning and walked to the bathroom. She allowed the cold water to refresh her post-crying face, and then put on a sweater to relieve her skin of the chill of early October cold. Suddenly, something caught her eye, a paper, shoved underneath the door. Picking it up, knowing who it was from, it read: Jamie, I love you. Always, Shawn. Jamie crumpled the paper and threw it into the wastebasket. Then continued her day, like every other; going downstairs to get some breakfast.