Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter! Sorry it's so uber-short but I was really having trouble with the chapter and I wanted to include some of the others' POVs besides Lucas'. College homework is killing me, ah! Anyways, I hope you all like it! As always, please read and review!
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Rating: K+ to T
The Hardest Thing
Chapter 3
Haley's POV
I let out a long tortuous scream, a mix of anger and sadness, as I threw a glass vase at the door Lucas had exited from minutes before. He couldn't have meant what he said. He did love me; I knew he loved me, he just had to. My knees began to go weak as I collapsed to the floor, still sobbing. The man I truly loved had just walked out of my life. Sure, I loved Nathan but Lucas was my true love, my soul mate. We'd been best friends for as long as I can remember. Why couldn't we have gotten together before all this? Before Nathan, before Peyton and Brooke? Then we wouldn't be going through this right now, caught up in this mess. We would be together without any strings or attachments. Why, oh why, couldn't we have realized our feelings earlier?
Nathan's POV
I twisted the key in the lock and opened the door to the apartment, finding broken glass at my feet and Haley curled up, crying on the floor only a few feet away. Quickly, I bent down on one knee by her side, gently touching her back then moving some hair out of her face. "Hales, what's wrong? Why are you crying, baby," I asked worriedly. She sucked in a deep breath and shook her head, wiping some of her tears away and slowly standing up then running to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. I sighed. She'd been kind of distant lately and it bothered me that she wouldn't talk to me. I'm her husband for god sakes, she can come to me for anything, yet she won't. I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a huff of frustration. Where did things change between us?
Brooke's POV
"Hey Broody," I smiled when he entered the kitchen, walking over to him and kissing him passionately on the mouth, running my hands over his stomach and toned 6-pack. I could feel his kiss back wasn't as enthusiastic as it usually was. He was kissing merely to kiss, with really no feeling to it. "Hard day at work," I asked, rubbing his back. He sighed, running a hand over his head then his eyes, "Yeah, it's been a long day. I think I'm going to go to bed early tonight; I'm really tired. I'll see you in the morning Brooke." He kissed me goodnight on the cheek then retreated to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. I furrowed my brows. He usually kept the door open at night. I turned back to the counter, sighing as I stared at the food I had cut up and prepared for dinner. I took the cutting board and dumped food in the trash. So much for a romantic night in.