Lindsey got out of bed. She had made some progress with Lucas. At least she hoped she had. She decided to clean out her baggage first. Then she moved onto Lucas's. She opened the suitcase, and on top of all the clothes was a bundle of A4 sheets of papers. A draft for his next novel, was the first thought that popped into her head. The draft had no title. She decided to take a peak, but only the first paragraph. She closed her eyes and flipped the pages, selecting a page to read at random. She read the first paragraph.

It was more than just a comet because of what it brought to his life: direction, beauty, meaning. There are many who couldn't understand, and sometimes he walked among them. But even in his darkest hours, he knew in his heart that someday it would return to him, and his world would be whole again... And his belief in God and love and art would be re-awakened in his heart.

Lindsey didn't fully understand. His book was about a comet. A comet that brought amazing things to his life. But why a comet? She decided to read another section.

The boy saw the comet and he felt as though his life had meaning. And when it went away, he waited his entire life for it to come back to him.

The comet left him. The comet is Peyton. He wrote another manuscript, another one for Peyton.

Lindsey, at that moment, realized that she would never know how much Peyton meant to Lucas. If she was to be truthful, she would tell you that she wanted to have a relationship with Lucas. But she would always be second to him. His comet, Peyton, would always be first, because she was the one that brought direction, beauty, meaning. She was the one that gave him belief in God, gave him belief in art and in love.

...

Lucas walked out of the hotel room. Maybe he was ready to move on. Maybe Lindsey would be the one to help him do it. After all, she was an amazing person. She was such a talented editor, she was amazingly friendly, and she was a beautiful women. Maybe he would always love Peyton, but that didn't mean he couldn't love anyone else. Lindsey was right about that. Lucas continued walking around for half an hour, and found himself in a park. He sat down on the park bench, and looked around. The day was a sunny, bright day. A day for change, he thought to himself. The day looked especially happy. Young couples were in the park, older couples with their children were in the park, and elderly couples were in the park. Nothing in the world suggested that today would end with unhappiness, with heartbreak, and with a life hanging in the balance. Today seemed like a day that would change his life, a day he hadn't seen for over a year.

...

Peyton left her apartment early in the morning. She had some errands to run, and she was sure she would have an unhappy boss if they weren't taken care off. To be truthful, yesterday she had not thought of Lucas all day. That was the first day that she had not thought of Lucas since the break up. In a way that made Peyton kind of happy, thinking it was the first step to letting go of the man she loved so much. She took care of the errands, and surprisingly her boss had nothing to say to her that wasn't on good terms. The weather looked amazing, and today looked like a good day. Around lunchtime she left the office and went for a walk. She went through the park, and was about 100 meters from the bench when she noticed who was sitting on it. Crap. What's he still doing here? She thought to her self, completely shocked. She had expected Lucas to go back from wherever he came from yesterday. She didn't think he would stick around. The sight of him was enough to bring down the strength she finally thought she had gained. Maybe the strength was never there, it was just her mind trying to convince her differently. She didn't feel that she was a strong enough person to face him, it hurt just as much on that day as it did the day she woke up to find him not there. Instead of walking forward, she turned around and walked back to the office. She got on her phone straight away, and called her psychologist's reception. She needed to talk to someone, and so far her psychologist was the only person in the whole of L.A who knew that there was ever a Peyton and Lucas.

...

Lucas sat on the bench for a long time. He looked at his watch, and it was almost 3:30. He had left the hotel room in the morning, and wondered what Lindsey was doing. He had spent much of the day on the bench thinking of Peyton, and Lindsey. He wanted to return to the hotel room and tell her that he would like to take things slow with her. He wanted to try and move on, and fill his heart with love again. He would always keep Peyton in his heart, but he was sure that if she could move on, so could he. He was just unaware that at the moment he thought that, Peyton was at her psychologist, pouring her heart out.

...

"I saw him, today."

"Him, meaning Lucas?" asked the psychologist. Peyton nodded. "And how did the sight of him make you feel?"

"I was… devastated. This morning I finally felt that I had started to control it all, that he wouldn't affect me as much as he has done in the past, then I see him, and everything I thought I had built up just… disappeared".

"Did you talk to him Peyton?"

"I wasn't strong enough". A tear fell down Peyton's face. "I don't understand anymore, I don't know what to do. Yesterday was a good day. Work was alright, and then I came home and a colleague called me and wanted to go out for drinks to celebrate the signing of a new artist. So about ten of us met at a bar, and then he took me home and I went straight to sleep. I didn't think of Lucas at all. Then I woke up, and I felt good about it. Then I see him and it all returns. I miss him so much."

"Lucas was a very important part of your life, Peyton. You have told me about both your mother's death, and the absence of your father in your life. Lucas was the only solid thing you had. Loss is a hard thing to deal with. Some people deal with it differently. I really think the best thing for you to do at the moment is to try and focus on something in your life. Something that can take your mind off things that are bringing you down. Then one day you might wake up and the pain won't be as strong". Peyton nodded. "I know it's hard, but you are a strong girl. You can beat this".

"Thank you"

...

Lucas began to walk back to the hotel. It was nearing 4 o'clock, and he was sure that by now Lindsey would be wondering where he was. He decided it best to call her and let her know the he was on his way back. He crossed a road as the phone rang.

"Hello"

"Hey, Lindsey its –

"Luke, you there?"

No response.

"LUCAS!"

The phone cut out.

Lucas was hit by a speeding car.

AN: Longest chapter that I have written. I feel proud. At first I didn't like how it was going, but then I started to. At first I didn't like using the comet quotes, to be honest I'm not a big Lucas fan at the moment and I do not believe anything he writes anymore. However, when I tried to write what I thought the old and therefore better Lucas would have written, it didn't work. So I used the comet story. Reviews appreciated (: