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Chapter 18
For the past sixteen years he has come here, every single week, at least two times a week. It didn't feel right not coming here, it has become a tradition. Once a week he would bring flowers and the second time he would come, he would stand there… He would stand there and talk, talk for hours. He would come in the worst whether, nothing would stop him from coming here. Today is no different, this is the first time he has been here this week so has flowers with him. He places them where the dead ones previous sat, he holds the dead ones in his hands. He will throw them away once he gets home. Today, unlike all of his previous visits, he doesn't have anything to say. Okay, so that is a lie, he has a lot to say, but he just can't manage to form the words. A million thoughts are running through his head, it doesn't seem like he can stop all these thoughts running through his head. However, at this very second, those million thoughts revolve around one person, well two people, but right now it is mainly one person. The one person he is looking at, his daughter.
He didn't think that he would see her. Well, not here at least. He thought he would see her at the cafe or at his house or somewhere else besides here. He can't help but smile when he sees her. It's obvious that she hasn't seen him yet because one she hasn't looked up and she is very engrossed in whatever it is she is drawing. Just like her mother. She is sitting on the familiar bench that Peyton once sat on. He didn't he would see his daughter without Peyton with him. But Peyton isn't here and his daughter is so close to him. The only thing he has ever had of his daughter is that photo, that photo from when Sawyer was just a baby and now she is a teenager and boy, how much their daughter looks like Peyton. God, there is really now doubt that this is Peyton's daughter. Sawyer could be a carbon copy of a teenage Peyton. From this far away, Lucas can see that Sawyer has some of his features, but it's mostly Peyton's features that Sawyer had inherited. He never knew that he could be so happy at looking at someone, but this is his daughter. His daughter, it feels good to finally say that and have his daughter right in front of him. He never thought this would come.
"She looks a lot like Peyton," The familiar voice of his best friend, Haley Scott, says next to him. "She has some of you, but mainly Peyton."
"I know," Lucas breathes. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I would come see you, I heard Peyton was back and the big, big rumor that her daughter was here as well. The daughter named Sawyer. I just wanted to make sure that you didn't do something stupid."
"Like have sex with Peyton because you are a little late for that," Lucas sighs, running his hand over his face and through his hair. "She came to my house to talk and we did more than talk. She left about an hour ago and I came here and then I saw here."
"Listen, I am little mad that you just had sex with Peyton like that, but right now, I am wondering what you are going to do," Haley says. "Are you going to go talk to her? Or are you just going to stand here?"
"I promised Peyton that I wouldn't talk to Sawyer without her," Lucas says.
"But you really want to," Haley says.
"I do," Lucas sighs. "But I promised Peyton, I wouldn't talk to Sawyer before she did. I am going to respect that. We are going to try to repair our relationship and before you say anything, we aren't dating. We are going to work up to that. Right now, we are both concerned about Sawyer and how we are going to raise her from here on out. That's all, maybe one day in the future, we could be a couple again and we could be the family we never got to be, but I don't expect that to happen for a very long time."
"Whatever you say, Luke," Haley says. "I just, I don't want to see you get hurt again and well, you know…"
"Try and kill myself again," Lucas says. "I know everyone is going to be worried about me again, but this isn't like the last time. I am not going to fall into the depression state again, I doubt that is going to stop all of you from worrying about me and I'm sure someone will be with me at all times. There's no much I can do to stop you, is there?"
"No," Haley says.
"That's what I thought," Lucas says. "What do you say we get out of here?"
"Why do you want to leave?" Haley asks.
"I want to give Peyton and Sawyer some time alone to talk," Lucas says, nodding towards the other parking lot. "I am pretty sure this is the first time the mother and daughter have seen each other in person since Sawyer decided she would make the visit here. I know Peyton is upset that Sawyer came out here. It's best to leave them alone."