Guys, I'm really sorry about this ending. After getting all these reviews, I really wanted to change it so that you would like it, but I already finished most of the story, and I thought that would kind of ruin the end. But if you like sad stories, then I guess you'll like it. Sorry about getting your hopes up! I hope you still like it anyway! Thanks to all readers.

Everyone was shocked. Brooke Davis…gone? Forever? She was only seventeen years old! In a couple of months, she would have finished high school. Now she would never get to do that. She and Lucas would never have a storybook fairytale ending, because she was dead. Peyton and Lucas were the first to hear in the hospital. They had both been in denial. Lucas got on his knees and begged the nurse to try again, to save her. Tears welled up in the nurse's eyes. But there was nothing she could do to help him. Peyton had tried to see if she could feel a pulse from Brooke. The doctors must have made a mistake! It couldn't be like this! Peyton had crawled into Brooke's deathbed and had cried herself to sleep next to a lifeless Brooke. Lucas had stayed there too, but he didn't fall asleep. Nathan and Haley came the next morning. Haley cried and cried over Brooke's body, and Nathan stood there, stunned, holding Brooke's hand and trying to see if he could wake her up by squeezing it. All of the cheerleaders and basketball players and Mouth went to go see Brooke. Nobody believed that she was gone. But they would eventually have to.

It was time again, for Lucas to go to another funeral. The third one in one month. He wore the same tuxedo he had worn to Keith and Jimmy's funeral. Brooke was buried in a coffin lined with hot pink silk. That was her favorite color. And Lucas remembered the conversation they had had the night of her death. "I want my funeral to be at the beach." Lucas found it cruelly ironic that she had told him this only a couple of days before her funeral. Since she would never get the beach wedding, he made sure to tell her parents that they had to have the funeral at Tree Hill beach.

He had also prepared another eulogy. Even though he didn't show anyone, he had given it a title called, "My Angel in Disguise."

"If Brooke hadn't pushed me out of the way, people would be at my funeral today. Even though the people closest to me have been taken away from me too soon, I feel like one of the luckiest guys in the world. I am surrounded by angels. Brooke Davis definitely fits my description of a hero. She was beautiful, kind, ambitious, determined, and heroic in every which way. People sometimes wonder how I could get through something like this. Well, here is my answer. My last words to Brooke were I love you, and her last words to me were I love you too. I feel better with the knowledge that she died knowing that I loved her. Everybody here, go home and tell your family and your friends that you love them. They could be your last words. Don't let Brooke down. By joining all people together, regardless of religion, race, creed, appearance, or talent or anything else like that, you'll be passing on the torch that she lit. She had a dream, that one day, all people would get along. This may be the end of a life, but it will not be the end of a dream. The young people of this country will not allow that to happen. And, Brooke, if you can hear me right now, I love you, and we will meet again. I promise."

Brooke was buried a few feet away from Keith. The epitaph on her grave, which was in the shape of a cross, read:

Brooke Penelope Davis. 1989-2006

Dear Daughter, Sister, Friend, Hero.

Her cheerleading uniform was signed by all the seniors at Tree Hill High. Lucas couldn't move on. He knew he would never love anyone as much as he loved Brooke. He dreamt and he lived on what could have been. One day, he was at Peyton's house when she remembered something. "Hey, remember those letters we wrote? After you know what? Mrs. Strevels made us write them." Lucas nodded, not really caring much. "Let's get Brooke's." Lucas looked interested now. "Where are they?" Peyton went a little blank. Then she remembered.

Flashback

"Hey P. Sawyer, who are you writing those letters to?"

"Umm, you know, my dad, you, Jake—if he'll ever get to see it, Haley, yeah, just people."

"Oh, well, just so you know, I'm working on yours right now!"

"Can I read it? Please?"

"You can after I'm dead!"

"Brooke! Just let me see it!"

"No! But I'll tell you where I'm gonna put them. Under my bed, right here. So when I do actually die, you can find them."

"But when you're dead, we won't be living here anymore. And besides, how do you know I'm not just going to read it when you're not home?"

"I guess I'll just have to trust you."

End flashback

"Peyton? Are you OK?" Lucas asked.

She quickly nodded. "Yeah, just remembering." She got down on her knees and lifted the bed skirt on Brooke's bed. There were countless fashion magazines, some party invitations, and a sealed cardboard box. She pulled out the box and laid it on top of the bed. "I think these are Brooke's letters."

Lucas peered over the side of the bed. "Let's open and see."

Peyton and Lucas looked at each other. They both said a silent prayer, hoping that this was what they were looking for. Then they smiled at each other, and wasting no more time, Peyton ripped open the tape on the box. Inside were decorated envelopes. She carefully took one out of the box. It was cream colored with gilded edges. The center said in Brooke's loopy handwriting:

Mom and Dad

Peyton closed her eyes and breathed deeply. "These are it."

Lucas said, "Well, let's find ours!"

Peyton agreed. They sifted through envelopes with Ravens logos, shopping bags, pink edging, and some more cream ones. Lucas began to fear that maybe Brooke hadn't written him one, when they got to the very back of the collection. The last two were for them. One had a picture of Brooke and Peyton on it. Peyton remembered with fondness when they had gotten those envelopes made in the 6th grade. They used to always use them to pass notes to each other. It said:

P. Sawyer

The other had big pink and red hearts all over it, and said I love you in gold letters.

Broody

Lucas bit his lip when he saw Brooke's trademark nickname for him. "Peyton?"

"Yeah?"

"I feel like I need to read this alone."

"Me too."

They said goodbye to each other, and Lucas ignored his car. He walked down to the pier at the beach and looked up at the sky. He whispered, "Hi, Brooke." And then, he wasn't sure if he was going crazy or if Brooke really was talking to him. "Hi, Lucas." He decided to go with the second option. "I'm going to read your letter." He heard it again. "OK," Brooke's heavenly voice called down to him.

He slowly opened the envelope, making sure not to rip it too badly. It was the same exact paper she had used to write all his letters over the summer.

Her letter went like this…