"She's gone" The 2 words that sent my world crashing down around me. The 2 words that would change my life forever.

A doctor stood before Lucas, but all he could see was a blur. He couldn't even cry, he was too numb. This couldn't be happening. It had to be a dream. "Lucas?" Brooke whispered trying to hug him, but he pulled away and ran. He ran from everything. He didn't know where he was running he just knew he had to get away. From now on things would never be the same.

Lucas found himself at the bridge. The bridge overlooking the town he called home. The town that would never seem like home again. How could it possibly be home if his mom was gone? Gone. How he hated hearing that word. Surely it must all be some horrible dream that he'd wake up from soon.

Peyton who had been in the waiting room with Lucas had seen the pain reflecting in his eyes and the vacant look that had hazed over them when he heard the news of his mother's death. She knew she had to get to him and now.

Keith started to move towards the door once Lucas left, but now Peyton grabbed his arm. "Let me. I know where he is," she whispered. Keith couldn't do anything but nod.

Quickly exiting the hospital Peyton got in her car and started driving towards the bridge. As she pulled up she saw him. He was leaning over the stone wall. She could only imagine what thoughts must be running through his mind.

She got out of her car and made her way over to him. Lucas heard someone coming and knew it was Peyton, but he didn't have the heart to even look over at her. He couldn't even find the will to live anymore.

"Lucas," she whispered standing next to him. Still he didn't turn towards her. "Lucas, come on let's go home."

"Home?" he shouted, "where is my home? I don't have a home anymore! Dan's not my father. I'm an orphan. I have no one Peyton. No one!"

"You're wrong," she replied sternly, "you have me. And Brooke and Nathan and Haley and Keith and tons of people who care about you."

"But they're not here," he whimpered close to tears.

"Nobody will ever be her Lucas, but let us try to help."

"You can't help me Peyton. I only want to die." The look in his eyes scared her. She had been young when her mother died. Killing herself had never even occurred to her.

"Lucas you being dead won't make your mother happy."

"It's too late," he said with no expression, "I'm already dead."