Tile: Kyle: The Angel who Saved our Broken Hearts.

Disclaimer: I certainly do no not own one tree hill, because of course that belongs to M.S and the cw. But if I did it would be a whole lot different.

Completely AU The story does not follow the show. And the Main couple of the story will be announced in the next chapter.

Summary: I watched from where I was as I watched three people so heartbroken. I watched as they both felt pain, and numbness in there heart. I had an idea one I thought could work to save them from there pain. I looked at the little boy and said this is how I will start.

A/N: I really liked the idea I had for this story and well I just had to write it out. My mind has so many ideas, and I just have to write them all down. Please review and thanks for reading.

Ps. This story somehow got deleted but it's back up again.

Three people, one savior to save them from there broken hearts

"Brooke" I hear my best friend call out to me, "Brooke?" she calls out to me again, with a slight knock on my door, but I don't say a word. I sit behind the door, tears falling down my face, my hands are clutching onto a picture frame, which holds who I loved. I put my hand to my mouth so they wouldn't hear the sobs. My heart is breaking and the pain is unbearable. 'To death do us part" rings through my ears as he says the final words, I watched as he slips the ring onto my small skinny finger. A smile covers his face and a smile and tears covers mine. I never thought it would happen so soon. I thought it would happen when we where gray and old, but not now, not this fast.

"Brooke" I hear someone else calls out to me, it's not her but her husband, the one man I trusted besides him. I don't say anything; I sit there in the dark room as the TV glows into the darkness and giving me the small light I need.

I hear them both sigh before I hear there footsteps walk slowly down my hallway away from my bedroom, away from me.

It's been a week since the end of my happiness and the start of my pain. It been a week since I sob into his chest, cried for him not die. It's been a week since he's been gone. Gone; away from the world, away from me.

Do you believe that it all happens for a reason, that we lose someone we love because it's the way of life? Everything has a reason, but I don't want this one to have a reason, I want him to come back, to come back to me. To hold me into his arms, so my body can melt into his. I want to hear his heartbeat over and over again comforting me. I want to smell his smell and breathe him in. I want to make love to him feeling our body's collided as one. I want him to take away the pain I feel now, and bring back the happiness I once felt. I want to feel his fingers in mine. I want hear his voice echo into our apartment telling me he's home, that he missed me, loved me. I want but I can't have, because he's gone deep in the ground, with no heartbeat to comfort me.

Darkness is all I see, there is no light that can guide me out, and the pain I feel is soon numbing me to where I slowly feel nothing. I want to hide and fall out of this world; I want to run away to my dreams where he will be, waiting for me.

Love was all I ever wanted, I soon gained it but now, now I lost it. I don't think I can love no more, I don't think I can feel no more. There's no way out of this darkness I feel, there's no way out at all.

I slowly get up, slowly because my body still hurts. I walk towards my TV that plays the video over and over again. I stand there a moment watching as he laughs with his friends and I watch as the camera captures as he slowly watches me with love in his eyes. I am around standing with my friends, laughing and hugging, a smile on my face. I don't know why I give myself more pain then already have watching this. I guess it really doesn't matter. My hand slowly goes to the TV hesitantly; I place my hand down right on his face. The video is paused and all you can see his is bright smile smiling at me. My other hand goes over my heart and I slowly let the tears fall. I turned the TV off and I walk towards my bed. I curl up into a ball clutching the frame to my chest, soft sobs come out, and my tears cover my face. My body trembles and my eyes slowly, slowly close. I see darkness now, that's all, that's all I am able to see.

I watched as the plane takes off, and then I turn to look at him I looked down, his hand in mine. He looks scared but excited he smiles at me, and then looks back at the book that sits in his lap. I want to feel the love, I want to feel love for him but I can't. I let him do what he pleases; I let him run around breaking things. I yell and scream when he does, I yell and scream just because. I never said the simple words to the small boy that sits beside me. I can't because I'm unable to, I am unable to say "I love you my baby boy."

I look out the window, watch as clouds past by I look down at the ground, where so far, so far up. I want to feel happy; I want to feel that I can love him. I finally got him. He's mine, because his mother left and never returned. I couldn't take it so I left, and I was never seen again. I came back two years later to see a boy I thought I could love. He said "Hello daddy" for the first time and I said "Hello baby boy". When he said he loved me for the first time I couldn't say it so all I said was "me to baby boy". My parents called me selfish, but what can I do, the boy ruined what I could have had.

When fathers have children and there born into the world, it's the greatest joy they can have. They feel as if they have done something right, they had made a perfect little person with the person that they loved. I was happy and excited; when I found out we where having a boy. I couldn't be anything but happy, no I wasn't just happy I was ecstatic and love filled my heart for a little boy that would soon come into the world. But when she left, I felt my world fall apart, I left the boy with my mom, and dad and I never looked back. I felt if I stayed he would ruin all I have worked for, I was smart and bright, living the life.

I stayed in the small town I have lived in my entire life for another three years after I came back, but even though I stayed I really never saw him much. I would come home every so often and when I didn't I would then go out to drink with my friends, get drunk and have sex with whatever slut I picked up that night. My friends didn't care, about what I did but others saw me with disappointment, but I didn't care. I thought a change was good, I thought we would be better, against many people's wishes I took my son and I walked away. Why I did that I don't know, my son and I we don't spend time together, but I felt it was right thing to do. I don't want to fall in love but some how I know I can at least love my son. Maybe, maybe I can.

I watched from where I was as I watched three people so heartbroken. I watched as they both felt pain, and numbness in there heart.

One still broken over what he did, who he was hurting, and another coping with whom she lost, giving up, and forgetting about what she believed in. The last, I watched as he looked at his father with a sad face. He knew his father didn't want him, he knew he wasn't loved, or wanted, even at his young age he knew. He didn't want to leave, but what could a five year old do.

I had an idea one I thought could work. I got straight to work. I let my soul go with the wind. I slowly walked towards the boy. He was now asleep and I went into his dream and planted the idea in his head.

If this could work they could be ok, they can help each other fight with what there dealing with. They can be free of it all and let happiness and love fill there heartbroken, numbed hearts.

A/N: hey guys I really do hope you liked the story. Please review and tell me what you thought and if I should continue.n Please do give it a chance.