A/N: Here is the second chapter to"Kyle: The Angle who saved our Broken Hearts."Please do enjoy and review.

Ps. so this story some how got deleted and I so I am putting it back up. I know it didn't get a lot of reviews but I really love this story so I am going to do it cause well I love it to much.

Title: Kyle: The Angle that saved our Broken Hearts

Chapter 2: Remember the music.

It's been a month and there has been no change in Brooke. Everyday she stays in bed looking up at the ceiling clutching that photo frame in her arms as tears fall from her eyes. Haley and Nathan have been coming by everyday, fighting with her to do the simplest of task. Haley would drag her into the bathroom and Nathan would make the food. But in all Haley and Nathan still couldn't get her to eat, or walk outside her room. Jamie would run in and cuddle with her and wipe her tears, each time she saw him it would be the only time they would see a smile on the brunette beauty. When the smile went on her face it was the only time, Haley and even Nathan willingly show there tears in front of Brooke. Brooke would notice but no one would say anything. They would all quickly wipe them and be there in complete silence; so silent you can hear each of there hearts breaking.

So each day her friends took it to them self's to get her back to the person she was before he died. Brooke didn't know what was going on around her, she didn't care for what was going on, each day she would replay that wedding tape over and over again and each day she would hold the photo with the picture of her love and let out soft sobs. She didn't believe in anything anymore, all here beliefs where gone, and all thoughts of happiness soon drifted away.

What else could there be? What more can be to come, when the one person you had soon left you behind? There's nothing more to come, and so Brooke can only do what was right, was grieve and forget about everything else.

She was small and tiny, she hasn't eaten in days and everyone was worried, everyone was scared for the young once bubbly, happy, brunette beauty. There wasn't much more they could do to help her. What can they do? They tried everything, so they let her grieve in her pain over the man she loved who was now gone, forever.

A month nothing more then a month and he has gone big in the world of authors and books. He set out to be the best author he could be and he was just that, but he also set himself high in movies and as a director. He also set himself high with basketball too. He went to parties and spent time with random women. He laughed with colleagues and friends. He dranked and forgot his problems. Forgetting he had a child, forgetting the women who left him so long ago, and forgetting that he couldn't love his own child.

Nobody here knows the truth of his past, know one knows the truth. Everyone thinks he's the high achiever, the loving father. No one can see what the truth really is. He now understands that's the reason he came here, that's the reason he left. It was because he was tired of everyone knowing, he was tired that they all knew that he didn't care for or love his son. They all knew that his ex-lover left him with a child and he too left that child as well. They don't know the truth, so it really wasn't about trying to keep a better life with his son, more trying to hide what he has done and felt.

Everyday is the same for him, he walks out of his sons life, at 7am and comes back into his sons life late at night, most of the time drunken, or with some girl he picked up that night at a party who was to stupid to fall for his act or just wanted to get laid and getting laid by a hot guy was a bonus.

And like his friends back home no one said anything, most of them didn't know he had a son. And with that he liked it that way, with that he felt at peace with himself; pushing back the guilty feeling he felt, pushing it way back.

His mother only called when he was gone, his dad called at his work and at home all the time, worried about there grandson knowing how there son was. But that was all who called; his brother stopped calling years ago too mad at him for leaving his son. Everybody was mad at him and he didn't care or that's what he always said.

What's the point of thinking about the pain, because just doing that will bring you more down; forgetting about will make it better. It's what he does; forget

I walked into the apartment exhausted and tired. It was too much to go out to party and get with a girl tonight, so the first in the month we have been here I decided to relax and come home early.

I looked around the place, not a sign of my son anywhere; it seemed as if no child lived in this apartment. It was to perfect and clean. It was dark and it was not kid friendly. It was a quarter till 12 and I know that he must be asleep if so where is the nanny who stays with him till I come home. So I looked around the place and I walked towards my child's room.

I hear soft talking and then I here his voice, I stop when I here it. His voice overwhelms me and emotions flood through my body. I listen to what he says.

"Mrs. Martha, daddy's never here does that mean he doesn't love?

"Of course your daddy loves you why would you think he doesn't.?" Martha says in a thick accent.

"Because I know, I know he doesn't because he's never here, I would think if daddy loved me he would want to be here with me." He says, I hear him sniffle a little and only a little does my heart break.

"Well your daddy has to work, and sometimes they can't be here all the time." The older woman says to the young boy who lies in the bed beside her. She looks at him with such sadness, she feels for him. It makes her so angry how his dad could not love such a sweet child, but she never said anything knowing she shouldn't get involved.

"It ok Martha you don't have to lie, I am sleepy I am going to bed," says the small five year old to his care taker, he wants to say "I love you Martha" but he knows he shouldn't because he scared they would leave or never noticed he's there. He knows not too anymore, ever since he said that to his dad, his dad hasn't been around as much, and he knows it's his entire fault.

"Alright my sweet boy; goodnight," Martha says and then leans in to give the boy a quick kiss on his forehead.

I hear them coming so I quickly scatter off towards the living room. I sit down turning the TV on watching the local news. A man with a blue suit and blue tie with short hair came into the picture and I am sure there about to start news about nothing important.

"And now on today's entertainment news," yup see told you.

It's been month and two weeks since the tragic accident of the famous piano player and his famous wife. The famous piano player died in a tragic accident two weeks and month from today, and it seems that his wife is no where to be seen. The clothing designer and owner of the top stores is no where to be seen, so because of this, the question is will she be there for fashion week?

"We asked some friends of hers who where coming out of her building early this morning and they really had nothing to say here is the video of the interaction-"

I quickly changed the channel not really caring about the whole thing but I had a feeling I should keep it on but of course I didn't care what I was feeling so I changed the channel. An scary movie came on and I got up to get my self a drink.

"Oh Sir I didn't know that you where home." Martha said interrupting what I was doing.

"Yeah I am here, you can go now Martha thank you." I said to her not even looking in her direction.

"Alright," she said quickly then went and got her things and left.

It was quiet in the house once again; the only noise coming though out the house was the shouting's of a teenage boy running away from some guy trying to kill him. I went to the TV and I turned it off. I got my drink and I drank it slowly.

"You shouldn't drink you know that. Don't you get it you have a little boy to take care of but here you are always drunk" "You know what if this doesn't change, I am taking your son away from you do you here me." "You lose him and I won't let you see him until you stop coming home drunk when you see him." "Do you hear me?"

'Yes! Yes ok I hear you. I don't care what you do with him, I didn't even want him!"

"How can you say that, about your own son?"

"It's true ok mom, I never wanted him so why would I want him now." Knowing that was a lie I did want him when I first found out now I just don't care.

The moon was glowing in the dark room giving it small light enough to see everything around me. I took another drink of my drink and I felt as the cold liquid burned the back of my throat. I closed my eyes and sighed then rested my head against the dark leather couch.

'I will always love you and this baby, No matter what I am here."

"You promise baby, because I am really scared"

"I promise"

"Daddy' I herd and I opened my eyes to see my son standing before me. He stood there with tears in his eyes and looking afraid and a small bear in his hands. I didn't know what to do; I never had to deal with this. I looked at him unsure.

"What wrong?" I asked.

"I had a bad dream and usually Martha's here to help me but- but I can't find her." He cried. I looked at the clock 1:30 am. Was I really out this late does that mean he has nightmares all the time and I didn't know? I thought to myself. I looked at him and stared at him not sure what to do.

"Can-Can, I sit in your lap" he asks hesitantly.

"I don't know why don't we try to get you back to bed?" I offered him, I really wasn't comfortable with him that close, it made me feel the guilt all over and all I want to do is forget.

"Please I promise I won't ask for anything else." The boy asked he didn't want to be alone in his room by himself, and he felt as if he needed to make his dad say it was ok.

"Ok," i said not really sure what to say. I watched as a smile slowly graced his face and then he slowly climbed up on top of me. He made himself comfortable and snuggled close towards my body and I watched as he slowly closed his eyes clutching his bear for dear life.

I looked at the bear and remembered who gave it to him. I was me. I remembered the day I bought it for him; it was the day I found out we where having a boy. I didn't know he had that bear still. The thought of him keeping it all these years brought a smile to my face; only for a second. I looked down at the sleeping child and then drank the rest of my drink. I set the glass on the side table and I grabbed the blanket that layed on the couch and placed it over us. I wrapped my arm over the boy, placed a kiss on his head and then rested my head against the couch. I looked up at the ceiling sitting there in complete silence. I felt soft breaths escape my sons' mouth and I sighed and closed my eyes. The moon hit us perfectly and if you saw us you would look at us in awe you wouldn't see the sadness that is beyond the peaceful faces.

Five years this was the first for Father and son. It was the first the little boy ever felt warmth from his father. It was the first time he slept with a smile on his face. His father on the other hand couldn't stop himself from feeling a little happiness with the feeling of his son so close to him, but soon guiltiness and sadness washed over him but even though he felt that he still held onto his boy with all his might, not wanting to let him go.

"Mom, I am home, Dad; anyone"

"Hey sweetie"

"You ok? It seems like your crying"

"She's gone"

"What who's – No."

"I am sorry she just left the baby's here, he was here all alone when I got home"

"Ok"

"Do you want me to bring you him?"

"No, he's not my son anymore"

"You will always be my son" I whisper into the dark silent night.

"Excellent, see that's a perfect boy I knew the plan will work. You see I told you" I said to the man next to me.

"You can't always help them that way Kyle, you can't get into there mind to let them be ok, they have to find there own way"

"I have to help them this is the only way it can all get better, because if not this will be the last time they will have a moment like this" I said to the man next to me. This was the only way.

"If you say so, but you do know this can bring more damage as well if you rush it,"

"I know," I know the consequences to rushing it; I know I have to take it slow.

"I believe in you Kyle, you believe this is the only way to let your soul move on."

And with that I watch as the men with dark robe slowly walk towards the bright light, and with that he disappeared.

"It's the only way to make it all better" I said to myself. I know it's the only way.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget the last image of my love. I don't believe there is so much as hope for me now. What can I do when I feel this way, so alone and numb? I am alone.

I open my eyes when I hear the sound of music slowly filling the silent apartment, it was the piano playing. I didn't know how to play until he taught me. I listened it was my favorite song I thought I was dreaming, if so I never wanted to wake up.

The soft tunes of the keys fill my ears and I feel so awake; so alive. I sway my hand in the dark room to the rhythm of the song. A small laugh escaped my mouth and I forget where I am as I lay back against my head board and listen to the sound of the music take me far away. I close my eyes but then it stops, and I wonder.

I am hesitant but I do and for the first time I get out of bed alone, I softly walk towards my window seat that over looks the beauty of the city park. I close my eyes as I open the dark curtain and I feel the bright sun hit my face, I feel warmth and comfort in such little light. I slowly open my eyes, blinking them to adjust to the bright light that now filled the once dark room.

I look out to see it all, even so way up high you can see the smiles on some of the people faces, a man and women walk by and start walking towards the park across from me and you can see there faces so happy, so peaceful just being in each others arms.

That is what I want to be,

"Happy," I say in a small whisper, I close my eyes and I here it again.

"It's him."

I quickly grab my white silk robe and I run towards my door.

It's him, it's him; he's here.

White silk flowing behind me, my dark hair in my face, my legs running as fast as they can; towards the beautiful dark piano that lay's in the corner by the window that over looked the city.

"Do you feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"The emotions of the song"

"Yes…Yes I do"

I stop when I get to the piano and the music it's gone. Was I dreaming? Was it real?

"Noooooooo!" I scream into the silent apartment. It wasn't real, he wasn't here. I fall towards the ground; my knees hitting the dark hardwood floor first.

Tears welled up in my eyes and soon fall down towards the ground hitting the dark floor with a splash.

"No," I breathe out.

I clutch my body and close my eyes, and I wait and listen and I hear it again, I don't look up, I don't see where the music is coming from; all I do is listen as the keys of the piano play the song the made my heart fill with such emotion and made tears well up in my eyes and stopped the world from turning and just… just stayed still.

"You know I love you right,"

"I know"

My worries seem to float away, and my spirit seems to be at peace to the sound of the song that fills my soul.

"What do you think I am?"

"Beautiful."

I lay on the cold floor and I feel the sun setting in the distance, the bright light slowly going away, the pinks and warm yellows flowing through the apartment.

I close my eyes; I listen to the music play. I see his face, I see his smile and all I can do is smile back.

"Sometimes the song can define what love feels like"

"Really?"

"Yes"

"What do you mean?"

"That sometimes it can be painful and confusing, you don't know what to do or what way to follow but It can give you so much freedom, peace and happiness that its worth living for so we keep trying, you can feel that in the song. The song…the song defines love; it has its own…."

"Own what?"

"Heart."

I open my eyes and I can feel the pain in my heart slowly goes away, I feel a hand over mine and I lay there and the soft colors glow on my face. I see him; he's smiling at me, his deep green eyes looking into my hazel eyes.

"What we had then can't ever be forever lost because it is simply a connection between life and the human heart." He says to me.

Tears well up in my eyes again, and I say "Do you really believe that?"

"Remember the music"

"What?"

"Close your eyes and remember the music"

I close my eyes but I can't remember.

"Remember the music" he says again, this time in a softer tone.

"Remember," he whispers.

I feel the pain, the sadness wash away and I feel it; I remember. The soft tune comes to my ears and I hear it play through out the apartment.

I open my eyes, the music stops, I feel a soft breeze and he's gone.

"If love saved us then I know that we will be free. Close your eyes and believe that nothing can harm us now. You are with me, as long as time will allow."

So I closed my eyes again, and remembered the music within me.

"As long as time will allow."

I watched above as this goes on. I watched for a month as the young girl cries over her beloved husband, and each day I want to help her more and more. It hurts me that I can't go down there and help her. It's hurt to have to see her in so much pain.

"You can't do that you know. You can be sent into the gates forever if they find out what you have done, you may have loved her once but-"

"I never loved her I barely know her" I say to him as I walk away

"Don't cheat away your soul Kyle"

"I don't know her; I am just here to help it's my duty too. It will help me move on" I yell back as I slowly walk away further.

"We have all loved someone Kyle, whether we are alive or dead we will always still love its natural for anyone to love and feel even if they want to hide it."

"I never loved her Alexander, I never did"

"You know who I am Kyle, you know I know the truth. It hurts I know I feel it too"

"Goodbye Alexander; goodbye"

"Remember the music"

"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent." -Victor Hugo

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