I rolled over on the bed feeling for him, but all I felt was the empty space that my hand was rolling over. I opened my eyes to see the CD I made for him lying on the pillow and grabbed it. I sat up and looked around the room knowing that he was gone, but not wanting to believe it. I wanted with all my heart to believe that he just stepped out to get breakfast, but deep down I knew that wasn't true. His suitcase was gone and it felt like so was my life. Lucas Scott, just remembering his name was hard enough; living without him was going to be even harder. "Someday" why didn't he understand? It wasn't a no, and it was close enough to a yes and he stilled walked away. A tear fell down my face as I made myself get up, I grabbed my jacket off the chair and looked around the room one last time before I stepped out the door and knew it was over.
It's been exactly two years since I last saw him, since I last kissed him, since I last loved someone more than him. Moving on with out him has not been by any means easy. As I sit in the airport waiting to go home, my home in Tree Hill that is, I wonder what to expect. Will there be someone else? Being friends with Brooke, she never mentioned him. She knew it would hurt too much to say his name to me. But yet here I am on my way home for Brooke's marriage to Chase. Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled for her but at the same time worried about what's about to happen when I see him. I land at the airport and go to baggage claim to see him there waiting. I stop dead in my tracks and sadness washes over me. As he walks towards me I just want to run. Brooke never told me he was picking me up and she was going to hear about it later.
"Hey, welcome back," he says. I smile and nod not wanting to say anything. "It's really good to see you," he says and leans in for a hug. I back away and he is stunned at my reaction, but smiles and I go and get my bag. We head to the car, Keith's car, and drive to Brooke's house. We have only been in the car for about ten minutes when he says, "How was your flight?"
"It was fine," I say and look out the window.
"Is this how it's going to be for the next few weeks?" he asks.
"I don't have anything to say to you Lucas. If I did I would have called," I replied angrily. He shook his head and kept driving. This was going to be a long three weeks