"I am so sorry Lindsay." Lucas mumbled as he looked to the floor. He may not have loved Lindsay as much as he loved Peyton, but he still did love her, and seeing her hurt did hurt him.

Lindsay and Luke were standing, in what had previously been their bedroom, but though they were only about a foot apart Luke was wishing that they were in separate states.

"The first night I saw met, in New York, I asked you if you were with Peyton. And you told me no. I wasn't lying."

"I know Lindsay. And we weren't together then. We had broken up. I'm sorry."

"No, I mean after you told me that Luke and Peyton weren't together, I told that you I was sorry. I wasn't lying when I said that. I really was rooting for Peyton and Lucas. I loved reading about them. They were so happy together. The entire country agreed with me. I'm not saying that I'm not hurt. Because I am. But it's a little easier to bear the pain, because I knew, from the first time that I read your book that you two were meant to be. I should have left a long time ago. This isn't completely your fault. So I'm sorry that neither of had the courage to speak up before today. But I'm not sorry for us. Lucas Scott, I love you. And I could never regret that." Lindsay finished, and tears were freely flowing down her face like rain down a window.

"I never meant to hurt you. I know you never meant to hurt me. But before I go, will you answer a question for me?"

"Sure, what?"

"What's this?" she asked, moving away from Luke, and towards the living room, where the on the TV, paused, was a home video that Lucas had seen some many times it was slightly funny.

The movie looked like a home video, and indeed, it was. It was from Peyton's web cam, and was taken a few months after Peyton and Luke had finally gotten together. Peyton was sitting crossed legged on her bed, talking to the camera, in what sounded to Lindsay like what might have been a recording of her pod cast. Lucas was directly behind her, laughing as he ate chocolate chip cookies. Occasionally he would reach over and kiss her gently on the forehead, or add something to whatever Peyton was rambling about. A gesture that usually earned him a dirty look from Peyton.

"Just me and Peyton talking to her brother. The real Derek, after he left for Iraq." Lucas explained to her, smiling. That night was his favorite memories of when he and Peyton had been together. It had been one of the weekends when he and Peyton were together. Peyton had been really sick for the past few weeks, and as soon as Lucas had found out he had flown directly out to LA. That night had been his last there, and Derek had called to check in with Peyton, and the three of them had had a great time. Carefully, taking care to stop the movie quickly, before it got to the next part, Lucas reached over and took the DVD out of the player and slid it back into its case.

"Oh." She relied, sounding more and more broken hearted with every passing moment. "It's sweet."

"Where's Nate?" Lucas asked, only then noticing that they were alone in his house.

"He's bringing the last of my boxes into the car. Then he said he had something to tell you." Lindsay explained as she looked at Lucas sheepishly and sighed.

"You knew didn't you?" he asked, taking notice of the Living room, which was now cleared of all his ex-fiancée's things, and the pile of boxes which he could see through the window.

"Lucas Eugene Scott, I knew we weren't getting married the second you left this morning. I'm done packing. I'll be gone in about twenty minutes."

"Lindsay."

"Lucas don't. Don't make this harder than it is. Just do me a favor, okay?"

"Yeah."

"Don't open the box in our- the, bed room until after I've left."

The next twenty minutes went by, for Lucas at least, as slowly as if he were waiting to be killed. Lindsay had been right when she had said she was almost packed. All that was left do be done was clear out her closet, a task that Lucas knew wouldn't take long, because most of her clothes were still in New York, in the apartment she kept for when she had to do publicity trips in the city.

At some point during those twenty minutes, Haley had shown up, presumably to say good bye to Lindsay, but Lucas wasn't surprised when he saw her packing up Nathan's stuff as well.

Nathan's good bye was the easiest, he had never really like Lindsay, and he really only put up with her because Lucas loved her, and he wanted him to be happy. A quick nod, and a hug, and then it was over, with neither looking any more distressed than they had before.

Haley had been great friends with Lindsay, when she had been Lucas' editor, and when she has made the transition to Lucas' girlfriend, she couldn't have been happier. But as she had said before, she was Lucas' friend first, and she would give up Lindsay for him. Still, as she hugged her, the tears gushed down her small face. As soon as she had pulled her self together enough to do so, she pulled her husband out of the house, leading him to the front porch, so that Luke and Lindsay could say goodbye alone.

"I'm sorry Lindsay."

"Me too Luke."

"If it's worth anything, I did, do, love you."

"It is, worth something, I mean. And I know you did. You're a good guy Luke. And I loved you. We both knew that I would never be first, and we both ignored that." And with that, the brunette grabbed her last bag and got into her car, driving out of the driveway for the last time, with tears running down her face. And through the rearview mirror, just as she turned out of the driveway, she saw Luca, sitting on a chair, as Haley wrapped her arm around his back. He did look upset, she noticed, a slight smile escaping her lips at the thought, but he also looked like he was happy, and surprisingly, that brought a slight smile to her face too.

A/N: Not sure if I like it, but review. No Peyton reaction in this chapter, I was going to, but I decided that I liked this way a little better. Review, please!