Lucas heard a knock at the door, knowing that it might be Haley. Day after day, Haley would come by to check on Lucas but she really is checking on Davis. Lucas likes it, she loves having help around the house and not being a mad men running around. Lucas whipped his wet hands with a paper towel, quickly.
"Coming!" Were the words that came out his mouth, he didn't want the person to leave. He would have thought that Haley would just walk in with the extra key that she had. It must be someone else. He slowly walked to the door, looking out the window and saw the happy old man. Lucas quickly opened the door, wondering what Brooke said in the letter. The old man slowly walked into his home, his legs were weak and felt like they were broken.
"Did you read the letter?" Lucas asked him, walking over to kitchen to finish cooking the diner that he was preping for the old man. The old man quickly sat down in the chair, he didn't want to talk about the letter but he would for Lucas. The old man took in a deep breath, wondering how Lucas would understand.
"No, I didn't." The old man said to him, with sadness. Lucas stopped, still having a smile on his face. Lucas didn't understand, he wanted to be kind to the old man but these letters were a gift from Brooke. He didn't want these letter taken advantage of.
"Why?" Lucas asked him, putting the spagitti on simmer. Since that's the only thing that he knew how to cook. The old man didn't really want to get into why he didn't read the letter.
"Because it's my choice, Lucas. I don't tell you how to be a father, do I?" The old man said to him. Out of respect, Lucas didn't say another word. In fact, he just let the conversation fly away. He didn't want to make the old man angry, because he was the only thing left of Brooke.
"I'm sorry if I made you angry. You met a lot to Brooke which means you mean a lot to me." Lucas turned around, looking at the old man face. The old man stared off into space, still having the angry look on his face. Lucas had to make this up to him, he didn't want him to leave and never see him again. "Uh, there's a dinner party tomorrow. I was wondering if you like to come." Lucas asked slowly. The old man sat there for a moment, thinking a little. "I know Brooke would want you there, seeing all her friends that she grew up with." Lucas cleared his throat, stopping himself from crying.
"Okay," The old man said to him. "I wouldn't miss it for the world." The old man said to him. He kept reminding himself of Brooke, the wide smile that she had and her bright hazel eyes. "Are you going to be my date?" The old man looked back at Lucas, laughing. Lucas laughed with him.
"I already have a date." Lucas brought the spagetti plates to the table. The old man raised his eyebrows, shocked that Lucas was already moving on but reminded himself that was good for Lucas. Lucas shouldn't be wondering where Brooke is and if she's doing okay.
"Your dating, good for you Lucas." the old man took a huge bite from his meal. Lucas could tell how his answer was confusing a little.
"Uh, no. I meant my son." Lucas looked back into Davis' room, seeing how he was so comfortable and asleep. They both laughed, seeing how funny Lucas was and comfortable he was around the old man. Lucas could see how Brooke would like the old man, he was funny and had wisdom. "I'm not ready to date." Lucas shook his head. the old man whipped his mouth with a napkin and swallowed his food.
"No one is ever ready but when you move on," The old man looked down, knowing what love could do someone. "I bet you would fall in love without even realizing it." The old man said to him. Lucas understood what he was saying but he took those words down like salt on a wound.
"I would like to read of the letters to you," Lucas gave him a fake smile. Listening to old man saying that he would fall in love with someone new, it broke his heart. Life without Brooke was going to be hell on earth. Lucas walked back to the room, trying to take in a deep breath. He was to relax. Lucas closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. He pictured Brooke's smile, and her laugh but it wasn't there. She was smiling at him but her laugh was mute. He was forgetting her laugh. Lucas shook the pain off, he has a guest. He grabbed a letter from the box and walked back into the dining room. "Alright." Lucas said, giving another fake smile. He didn't want to show his pain and fear of losing Brooke for good. Lucas opened the letter, quickly so that he remember Brooke. "I am like a cloud in the sky, nothing could pull me down," Lucas cleared his throat, again, not wanting to cry. "I live in sky, Luke, now that we know that I wont have long. I want you to know that I'll be living in the sky." Lucas covered his mouth, not wanting to cry. The old man could see how hard it was to see him read this letter. "Day after day, life is going pretty good. I'm still pregnant and I'm still in love with you. I still have friends and I still have my best friend, Haley. But there is something that is bothering me. Peyton. I don't want to be mad anymore because it's tiring. I won't you forgive her Luke. Forgive her from all the things that she has to us and move on. She didn't mean to do it, Luke. She didn't mean to hurt us. Forgive her like I've forgiven you...Love, Brooke." Lucas said to the old man. The old man was confused, Brooke would talk about Peyton and then one time, she just stopped. The old man wondered what happened. Lucas' sadness became anger, he was happy that he thought of Peyton, so now he could hate her and not himself. Lucas stood up from the table. "I pick you up at eight. I'm going to sleep." Lucas turned away and walked into his room. The old man grabbed Brooke's letter, it was written in pink. That was her favorite color, The old man couldn't help but smile at the memories that they had together. That's all he could think about.