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Lucas sat with his head in his hands, alone. He didn't think that he had ever felt so alone before. Keith, his mom, Anna, Haley, and Nathan were all either gone or weren't speaking to him. His eyes filled with silent tears as he craddled his throbbing head. Brooke was gone now too. How was he supposed to make it through this? It hurt him so much to see her go. To see her walk out of his life without a second thought. He slowly lowered his head to his pillow and closed his eyes. What mattered anymore?
He let himself sink into the darkness of his room. The darkness that had become his life. He had hurt everyone that he had ever cared about in a big way in only two short years. As his tears wet his pillow, the silence became unbearable. He flipped on his radio and listened as the words entered his ears.
"I wanna know what it's like on the inside of love. Standing at the gates, I see the beauty above." He needed Brooke to know how sorry he was. How much he needed her. How if he got a second chance, he would never hurt her again.
"I can't find my way in, I try again and again" How did everything get so messed up? Wasn't love supposed to be this amazing, wonderful time?
"I'm on the outside of love, always under or above, I can't find my way in, I try again and again" He knew that he didn't deserve Brooke after what he had done to her. But at the same time it hurt him that she had just left. Opening his eyes, he found himself starring at the "Peyton" box.
If Brooke never would have found that box she might be here with him now. But he had been stupid and kept it. He wasn't lying to Brooke when he had told her why he had kept it, but it had still hurt her.
Suddenly Lucas shot up in his bed. How stupid had he been to let her go. Grabbing his sweatshirt off the bed he quickly scribbled a note and layed it on his bed, and with that he ran outside and jumped in his car.
He had a flight to catch.