A/N: Sorry this took so long. I've had the chapter written for awhile now but I lost it in the mess of papers I keep near my computer. I finally found it and decided it was time to type it up and post it. So this is the end. I intended to make this story longer but life got in the way. I hope people aren't too mad at me for killing Brooke. I just didn't think a happy ending fit in this story and I couldn't write one with everything that I've experienced recently. So here it is and I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own OTH or the title of this chapter which is a Pink Floyd song.

Chapter 6: I wish you were here

The funeral was today; it made everything seem so final. After today she was really gone. Brooke Davis was gone from his life and today he would have to admit it. He could no longer lie to himself.

He looked over at his bedside table and gazed at a picture of Brooke that he kept there with a teary-eyed smile. They looked so happy, where had it all gone wrong. They were too young to be going to a funeral, especially for one of their friends; for the girl he loved. Lucas had no desire to get out of bed, he wished that it had all been some sort of horribly bad dream and he would wake up and Brooke would be okay and they could all go on with the lives they'd planned.

He wasn't sure what to do with his life now. He had always known that he would grow up and marry Brooke and they would be together until they were old and grey. That was the only thing in his life he was ever sure of. His future with Brooke. Now that she was gone, everything was different, his future seemed so unclear now.

That was how Haley found him. Lying on his bed starring at the picture of Brooke lost in thought. She smiled sadly at the image, she imagined this was going to be the norm for awhile, she just hoped it wouldn't be forever.

"Luke, you need to get dressed the funeral starts in an hour."

Lucas nodded his head and slowly stood from his bed and made his way to the bathroom. Haley opened her mouth to speak but was met with the bathroom door as it closed in her face.

"He's up now."

"Can't blame him, I know I wanted to stay in bed this morning." Peyton replied quietly.

"Do you think he's okay?" Nathan asked, concerned for the well being of his half-brother.

"He's doing as well as can be expected I'd say. I mean he just lost the love of his life we can't expect him to be happy."

The three occupants of the Roe kitchen sat in silence after that, all lost in their own thoughts. Moments later they were all pulled out of their quiet reverie when Lucas entered the kitchen fixing his tie as he walked.

"OK well if we are all ready we should head to the church."

Everyone nodded but no one made a move towards the door, the four friends weren't sure if they were ready for what awaited them at their destination. This would change all of their lives forever and not for the better.

The drive was silent; no one dared to speak. Lucas just looked out the window; everything seemed to remind him of Brooke, even the people in the car with him. They all had so many memories of Brooke tied to them. It was hard just being in close proximity of them, he was afraid if it was this hard just driving to the funeral, that he might not be able to handle the funeral itself.

He wasn't really listening to anything the minister was saying. He was vaguely aware of Haley holding his hand but that was about it.

"Now is the time we would ask if there is anyone who would like to say a few words about Brooke." The minister announced.

Peyton was the first to venture to the front, girls from the squad followed her. Nathan went up next, which signaled the start of the basketball team. Whitey was next to say a few words and Haley followed him. Lucas was biding his time until it was his turn to speak. He knew what he wanted to say he just wasn't sure he had the strength or the courage to do it.

When it looked like no one else was going to go up he knew it was time. He slowly made his way to the front, starring at the floor the entire walk up there. He could feel people's eyes on his back and it seemed like the journey would never end. When he approached the podium he tried to focus on the words. He wanted to get through this for her.

" There really are no words to describe Brooke. My life began the day I met her. I know it's cliched but when I saw her it was like I was finally seeing everything in colour. I knew I was in love with her after our first date. I could see myself in her eyes and I knew she was my future. I always thought that she and I would spend the rest of our lives together. I was wrong about that but I know that even though she's gone I will always love her. I'll miss her smile most of all. Even in the darkest times her smile could light up my life. I just wish she were still here so other people could experience the Brooke Davis I knew. She was smart and funny, and most of all she was beautiful. Not just on the outside but inside and not a lot of people knew that." He wiped at the tears that now stained his face as he continued.

" She was the most amazing friend, she was so easy to talk to. I could tell her anything and I knew she would always give it to me straight. I loved the Brooke that everyone knew. The party girl who loved to have fun but I adored Brooke Davis the sweet and shy girl underneath. She was my Cheery and there will never be anyone like her. It's not only us, her friends and family who have experienced this loss though. The world will not be the same without Brooke here to make it more interesting."

He took a deep breath and stepped down from the podium wiping his eyes as he made his way back to his seat. Haley squeezed his hand when he sat down; he could see the tears shinning in her eyes. He looked down the row to see Peyton sobbing into Nathan's shoulder and his brother openly crying with her.

Time seemed to be at a standstill for him. He realized that the people in the church were starting to leave but he couldn't make himself stand. He wasn't ready to say goodbye. The three remaining occupants of the pew made their way out of they church leaving their friend alone to say his final goodbye to the woman he loved.

He sat there just letting time slip by him.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

He didn't move. He just sat there starring at the picture of Brooke that was placed at the front of the church. Tears were streaming down his face. He didn't wipe them away, just allowed them to fall as he sat there.

And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

He got up slowly and made his way to the front of the church. He walked towards the casket and placed his hand on top.

"I love you Cheery." He whispered.

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

He turned around and walked towards the doors that would lead him to the rest of his life. His life without Brooke Davis.

"Don't forget about me Broody."

He turned back towards the casket and smiled.

"Never."

A/N 2:That's it, the end. New story to come so watch for it. I would like to say thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. As always please review I'd love to hear what you think.