Lucas opened the palm of his hand, seeing the structure. He closed his hand into a fist, squeezing tightly and then he released. He let out of a deep breath, feeling the intensity within his chest. He bundled his hand into a fist once again and then released. He could feel that, he could feel his muscles tighten and the softness of his release. Tears fell from his eyes and onto the palm of his head, he didn't even feel the tears form in his eyes. He felt this emptiness in his chest, or a hardness like someone was standing on his chest. He was breathing heavily. He was numb, he was emotionally numb. He took a step forward but it seemed like his knees were giving out but he still stood tall. He looked at the pictures on the shelf, seeing them both made his throat burn. Each picture made him remember what they had, what he was going to miss the most. He knocked one picture on the ground, watching frame break. He didn't feel anything, nothing. He knocked the rest of the pictures down, watching them burst into pieces on the ground. He still feel anything. He felt something vibrate in his pocket, he stood there for a moment. Just staring at the shelf. There was nothing in his mind, he wasn't thinking. He slowly picked up the phone and pressed it against his ear. He didn't say a word but she could hear his heavy breathing over the phone.

"Lucas?" Haley asked him, wishing that he would just say something but he couldn't. He tried to find the words but his thoughts were just empty. He mad at himself, he was mad at the world. "Lucas," Haley cried, hoping that he would say something. Lucas let go of the phone, hearing it drop on the ground. He stood there, staring at the shelf. He walked over to the cabinet, he saw the bottle of whiskey and the tall bottle of wine. He grabbed the wine, quickly throwing it at the shelf. It burst, the glass scattered everywhere and the white wine dripped down the shelf like hot wax. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey, still looking at the shelf. He opened the bottle and chugged it down like it was water. He wanted to feel the burn in his throat, he wanted to feel the warmth in his chest but still, he felt nothing. He slowly walked to the back room, shutting the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and crawled on the bed. He laid his head on her soft pillow, smelling her purfume. It smelled like the night sky. He would have to let go, like the night sky but she would never be coming back. He closed his eyes, trying to escape from the world and rest his heart.

His dream unfolded before him but they weren't just dreams, they were memories. Memories that he keeps in the back of his mind, never wanting to forget. He opened his eyes, he was still in the bed but he wasn't alone. The light shinned through the windows, brightening the room. He hadn't noticed how spacish the room was, too big for the both of them.

"We have to move," Lucas chuckled, he had told her this many times but she never wanted to move. She always wanted to stay here, she wanted to stay with Lucas and her family.

"Where?" She asked him, kinking her eyebrow. Lucas shrugged his shoulders, he dove into her deep hazel eyes, getting lost in them. He short hair, laid softly on her cheek. She had this sweet smile, showing her dimples on her cheek. She was soft, warm and gentle. Lucas had to admit that she changed a lot over the years that he has known her. She would always tell him that it was because of him, the reason that she changed.

"Anywhere, other than here." Lucas answered her. She pouted her lips, her eyes widened and her eyebrows raised. She didn't want to leave this big home, she loved every inch of it. She spent most of her life here, mostly in this room. "Don't give me that look," Lucas chuckled, rolling on his back. Brooke moved closer towards him, laying her head on his chest. She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes, she listened to his beating heart.

"But Lucas," Brooke begged him. Lucas shook his head.

"This house is too big for just the two of us," Lucas explained to her, hoping that she would finally understand.

"Well, maybe it shouldn't be just the two of us anymore." Brooke smiled brightly. Lucas chuckled, not knowing what she was talking about.

"What are you talking about?" Lucas looked down at her, Brooke glanced up still having the endless smile. Lucas wrapped her clothes, feeling her warmth swim through his body.

"I'm pregnant," Brooke said excitedly, they had been wanting this for a while. Lucas felt his heart flutter, he was so surprised, shocked and excited for their new life that was going to start. He was so happy that he got to share this with her.

"We need to get married," Lucas teased, Brooke hit him on the chest as she laughed.

"We're already married." Brooke chuckled.

"We did it right," Lucas said shockingly. He looked up at the ceiling, remembering all the challenges that they had to overcome. Brooke nodded, she held him so close that she never wanted to let him go.

"We did." Brooke agreed, gushing over how good her life was going but she was also afraid. She was afraid of losing her happiness.

"But were still not staying here." Lucas pulled Brooke away and quickly stood up from the bed. Brooke slammed her hand on the bed, grabbing his attention before he left the room. He turned around, he huffed. He knew that Brooke was going to put up a fight. "Brooke," Lucas warned her.

"Oh, come on!" Brooke begged him. "We spent most of our time in this house, in this room," Brooke kinked her eyebrow, biting her lip sexually. "In this bed," Brooke rubbed the top of the bed. Lucas crossed his arms, smiling at how hard she was trying to stay in the house. He slowly walked up to her, giving in to her tension.

"No," Lucas said to her, quickly kissing her on the lips. He turned around, slowly walking out of the room.

"Uh!" Brooke pouted. "What if I died today?" Brooke asked him, Lucas turned around to hear what she had to say. Brooke raised her eyebrow. "Your gonna wish that you let us live here," Brooke shook her index finger, warning Lucas. Lucas walked back over to her, putting his hands in his pockets. Brooke smirked, she loved it when he did that.

"If you must die," Lucas started to say. Brooke rose her chin, wondering what he was going to say next. "Die knowing that your life was my life's best part." Lucas said to her. Brooke couldn't help but melt into his true words.

"Ugh, curse your creative words." Brooke slapped him on the arm. Lucas chuckled, walking out of the room.

Lucas turned over on his back, looking up at the tan ceiling. He remembered that moment with her like it was only yesterday. Only if he wished that it was yesterday, so that she could be here with right now. He wanted some part of her, not the memories that they had together.

"We should have stayed in that damn house," Lucas mumbled to himself.