Chapter 1

She left the bussing sound of the airport behind her when she closed the door of the cab. When the cad driver steps into the cab after putting het suitcases in the car, he asks het " Where to, miss?" Peyton gives the cabdriver the address of the house where she lived for 17 years.

"You're here for business or pleasure" asked the cabdriver

" I don't really know "

"Oh, have you been here before?"

"I grow up here, haven't been here in 5 years"

The cad driver chattered over the resent events in town. But Peyton didn't really respond. She nodded and 'mmm' –ed now en then. Her mind drifted miles away.

When the cab stops in front of her childhood house, she sees the sign in the front yard 'For Sale'. "Can you help me with my luggage?" asked Peyton to the cad driver. "Can you help me to get my luggage out?" While the cabdriver takes care of her luggage. Peyton gets out of the car, she looks nostalgic to the house. Waking up of het daydream, she hears the cabdriver rasp his throat. She sees hem waiting, gets her bag en pays the driver and the cab took off. There she was… Tree Hill… This was the place where the journey started, and apparently this was the place where the journey ended.

Being back at tree hill, it felt serial. Strange but real. Peyton wasn't the same person anymore, not was not the Peyton who left 5 years ago. 5 years, it felt longer, it felt a lifetime longer. Peyton is outside looking at her old house. This was going to be hard on her.

Peyton's phone is ringing, she's picking up and even without looking, she answers: "Hallo Brooke. Perfect timing."

"How was the flight?"

"Longest flight of my life, 4 crying children on the plane. Don't have to draw you a picture? How are you? Back in one piece in New York?"

"How do you feel? Really Peyton, you know I would drop my meetings and all my business if you want me there. I can still come en face all of this together. "

"I'm good, really. I'm gonna be fine, Brooke. Don't worry about me. You can't leave New York and Clothes over Bros. I belief Victoria is going to get personally down here en drag you back to New York Thanks for being my friend…you crazy bitch. "

" And you're my best friend, I would do anything for you. Just like you supported me last time. Friends support each other. Just scream. "

"Yeah… I'm greatfull, really, but this is something I have to do for my father, I owe him this. But I'll see you in 3 days, I know you have a busy life."

Gotta Run, P. I'll see you over a couple of days for the memorial service, and then you come back with me to NY for your appointment? Peyton, do me a pleasure en go and clear your head, take a drive in that crummy old car of yours…"

"hey, it's not a crummy old car, I love my car…"

'Sorry , … take a walk around town."

"Okay and Brooke? Thanks again."

"you're welcome, bye Peyton."

"Night B Davis, I love you."

"Love you too, P."

Peyton closed her phone, en walk to the garage. She Opening the garage she saw her favorite car ever. Brooke was right , she needed to get out of here. Out of the house, clear her head. She hasn't driven the Comet in 4 years, and fell instantly while driving why she loved the car so much. Driving around she realist that how great LA was and how much she loved it there. Great co- workers, friends, beautiful apartment and a dreamjob. But this town was magical. Just like in a fairytale.

Next morning

After another sleepless night Peyton dragged herself out of her bed. With no food in the house Peyton was forced to go out breakfast. After parking her car in front of the thud – office, she got out en headed towards Karen's Café. Standing in front of the Café, the sight of the Café shocked her. The Café looks empty, no lights no costumers,… It looks like the Café hasn't been opened in months.

"Peyton, Peyton Sawyer is that you?"

She turn around when she heard her name. Across the street Peyton saw Haley James Scott. Peyton looks surprised. But smiled at the side of Haley, it is great seeing a familiar face.

"You're back? Peyton? what are you doing here. Aren't you in LA?" Asked Molly.

"Haley?? How are you?" asked Peyton. And hugged her old friend. "Haley, oh my god… You look great, and older. You look like a schoolteacher."

"hey, I am a teacher and I love it, you haven't seen me in what 5 years? And you insult one of your best friends. I'm happy your back, do you stay for long? When did you got here? … "

Haley was full of questions, she had 1001 questions.

"Oké oké, Stop,… I'll tell you everything and answer all your questions, if you go and grab a cup of coffee with me. " Haley James Scott grabbed Peyton's arm and walked with Peyton to the next coffee shop.

Haley James Scott rattled away. She talked over Nathan, her husband and her son, Jamie.

"I'm sorry, Haley, but I gotta go I have a appointment that I can't miss. But I will see you later."

"Come to diner, Peyton. Tonight. You look like you can use a good homemade meal."

"Thanks Haley, but I can't intrude. I'll be fine."

"I insist, tonight 7 o'clock"

"thanks, 7 o'clock, see you then"

Next stop undertaker's office. She was here to granted her father's last wishes. Peyton, 23 years old last her last parent. Over the last 5 years the bond between Larry and Peyton was close. After 2 years in LA, Larry moved to LA. He bought a small condo in the same building where Peyton had her apartment. So when he was 'home', he was near his daughter. He just loved it.

On his evening walk Larry had an accident. When he crossed the street a car didn't stop and hit him. The car gat away, a hit and run… With several injuries he was transferred to the ICU –section of het hospital. When Peyton got the call of her father's accident rushed over there. Frightened to loss another parent. Larry lost his last battle, Larry did 5 days after the accident. Larry and Peyton had a great and emotional goodbye. Larry asked her not to grieve and mourn too much.

"I know what love was, when I stood next to your mother's death-bed. But now that I'm going, now I know what life is. Peyton, when you feel that you stand still in life, then it's time to push on. Life's what you make it! You can't enforce luck, but you can enforce a great life. Live your live happy, Peyton. Live, make sure that you feel that your living. Bye Peyton. Remember that I love you. I'll say hoi from you to your mom's."

And with that he breathe one's last.

"Hello, miss Sawyer."

"Hoi, mister Grossmann, how are you. "

"I know I told you that I would sell the house, but I can't. There are too many memories. I just can't do it."

"I understand, I'll tell the agency. I would like to talk to you about the memorial service. Follow me to my office. "

In the office of the undertaker Peyton discussed the last details of the memorial service. Almost everything was taken care of. Larry Sawyer would be cremated. After the conversation with the undertaker, Peyton drove home. And prepared herself for the dinner with the Scott family.