Dear Lucas,
So I guess if I died before you, than you might be reading this. I don't know though. In all the stories I read, the boy always dies first, but whatever. This is just in case, you know? So, everybody's probably like eighty years old now, unless something totally awful happens to me when I'm younger. But if that does happen, I want you to go out with Peyton. I know, I know. You probably think I'm crazy. But seriously, I can't see you with anyone else. But please, please, please whatever you do, do not marry some super gorgeous model who is prettier than me! (Although there are very few people in the world who are actually prettier than me, so that would be hard to find!)
I'm almost positive that by now, we've gotten married and had kids. As I'm writing this, obviously, it's only 2006, but trust me, I'm just psychic like that. Take care of Brooke and Lucas Jr. for me. (And any other kids we have.) I don't know how old our kids will be as you're reading this, but if they're old enough to understand, please tell them all about me. The way I looked, the way I acted, the way I loved you more than life itself. Everything.
If I didn't get a chance to tell you all of this stuff before I died, here it is. People have kind of put a label on me my entire life. They just assume that I'm a snobby brainless slut. Maybe that's why we clicked so well. Because you didn't think of me like that. Remember the first night we met, I was in the backseat of your car naked? You probably thought I was a whore, but then I also remember the first time we actually met. Peyton had been drugged by that completely gross college perv, and you stayed up with me the entire night to watch her. That morning, I realized that besides her, I've never felt closer to anyone in my entire life. And I had only talked to you for one night! I guess that's what love at first sight means.
You probably already know this, but nothing hurt worse in my entire life than realizing that my feelings for you weren't mutual. But it didn't matter. People that are meant to be together always find their way in the end, right? And we did. After all the struggles, the cheating, the pregnancy scare, the Tree Hill runaway, the return, the "Let's be Friends," after your return, the time you saved me from leaving Tree Hill, and the day I finally had to leave Tree Hill. And then there was our "nonexclusive" dating, mine and Chris Keller's fling—we've been through a lot, but it was all worth it. Because the ending was happy.
At the time I'm writing this, you're going through a lot, with Keith's death and Jimmy's death. I hope that you know that I'm always here for you, just like I was as I'm writing this, through all of our lives, and after my death. I'm still here for you, Lucas, as I watch from heaven. I can't wait till the day I see you again.
I love you,
Brooke Davis
Lucas's vision was shrouded by the tears forming in his eyes. But he didn't cry. He was a man now, he wasn't a little boy anymore. He just sat there, rereading the letter over and over. He laughed at some parts, and at some parts, he felt himself about to turn into a little boy again. The part about Peyton shocked him, and he had to reread that a few times to make sure he had actually read it right. He went through the entire letter about twenty more times, and then over the course of ten minutes, he had the rest of his life planned. He would do everything the way Brooke wanted. He knew that he couldn't ever meet someone who could replace Brooke. But he also knew that he had to settle down eventually. He was going to get married, not because he wanted to, but because he knew it was what Brooke would have wanted him to do. He didn't want to think about that though. There was one last thing he needed to do.
Dear Brooke,
Obviously, up in heaven, you know what time it is. You know that you are only seventeen right now, but if it true that heaven has no tears or pain, you probably don't know how much it hurts me that you are gone. But you died in the same way Keith did. You died trying to save someone else: me. Thank you, Brooke. You are my hero.
Were you serious about me getting together with Peyton? If you were, it's what I'll do. But just so you know, even though Peyton is a great person, I will never love anyone the way I love you. Just so you know, she misses you a lot. Just like we all do.
I don't know if you get the Tree Hill newspaper in heaven, but did you see the article Mouth wrote about you? He called it "My Angel." That's kind of your nickname now. Remember when you were a devil for Halloween? With a little help from Haley, (OK, maybe a LOT of help) I managed to fix your costume. Now you're an angel with red feathers and a halo.
If me moving on from you is really what you want, sorry, you can forget about it. Settling down is one thing, but falling in love with someone else? That's like asking me to shove a knife down my throat. If I do end up with Peyton, I will make sure we will have a baby girl named Brooke. If she turns out half as beautiful as you, I will be happy. I'll make sure Brooke Jr. knows everything about you. Scratch that. I'll tell the whole world about you.
However long it takes you, when you see him, please say hi to Keith for me. But you were always fast. And plus, with you being a hero and all, I don't think you'll have any trouble at all catching up to Keith.
I love you forever,
Lucas Eugene Scott
Lucas had spent an entire week before he decided that the letter was perfect. He rewrote it in his neatest handwriting (which still wasn't that neat) on a piece of pink glittery stationary that Peyton had found for him through Brooke's old things. He rolled up the letter into a small glass bottle. Then he drove to the beach. As he walked down the sandy shores, memories of the times he spent with Brooke came spilling back to him. He thought about keeping the letter for himself. But then he thought again. That wouldn't be right. He had to release it, the same way he had to release Brooke. His feet began to get wet. He was at the edge of the water. White foam crawled up nearer him, and he walked closer into the water. Then he looked up.
He began running. He knew where he needed to drop it. The pier! He ran up the wooden stairs, as his flip-flops clanked against the wood. He stopped at the edge of the pier and looked up at the sky. "Brooke," he said softly, "Come get this." He pressed the bottle to his lips, kissing it, and then, letting it go.
As he walked back to his car, he tried to see if the bottle was moving. It was drifting outward, onto the open sea. He didn't really know where it would end up, or if it would sit on top of the ocean for years, never landing anywhere. But it didn't really matter. Somehow he knew Brooke would get the message.
Wow, I can't believe I'm finished. Thank you so much to everyone who'sread and reviewed, you're the reason I actually finished this story! Ya know, just cause I was like, I can't dissapoint the readers! Gotta write the next chapter ASAP! I hope you liked the story. Please tell me what you thought!
Lots of love,
Sarah