Lucas finished the chapter took his book, he had a lot more to go but he felt like he was doing enough. Their story wasn't finished yet. He wanted to write about book and their love together. It was something amazing. He couldn't explain how much he missed her, there were no words. He shut his laptop, ready to write another tomorrow. He pulled the laptop aside and numbed the voices from what was in front of him. He pictured that Brooke was beside him, laying her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his arm. He opened the letter that he had beside him.

Dear Lucas,

How's life? I hope that life is treating you well and if it's not, that you have someone there for you. I also hope that you read my other letters and doing your best to make you life worth living. Sometimes I wonder what you're doing in the future...when I'm gone. I know that you're doing well, that you have this amazing life with Davis. Lucas, be brave for Davis and I. Don't let fear hold you back.

Love, Brooke.

Lucas wasn't going to let his fear hold him back, that's why he has to move on from Brooke Davis. He couldn't let the pain in his heart control him. Lucas looked up, zooming in back to his surroundings. He saw the boys running up and down the court, seeing how they practiced. One of the boys shot a three, without even blinking. Lucas quickly stood up, clapping his hands. He was proud of them, they had come a long way. "Keep going! Keep it up!" Lucas yelled, cheering them on. The old man walked into the gym, seeing the boys freely jumping around and running up and down the court. The old man wished that he could be young again, there was so much about it that he missed.

"How's it going Lucas?" The old man asked, standing beside him. Lucas smiled brightly, it was always a pleasure having the old man in his life. Lucas hugged him, patting him on his back. "Cheerful are we?" The old man finally sat down from his back hurting. Lucas sat down next to him, watching his boys play ball. He was excited for the games, he actually thought they could win.

"Funny thing, I always called Brooke cheery, she would call me brody." Lucas laughed a little back at the memories. He wasn't going to let himself down, he would use the memories to make him happy, not sad.

"Nicknames?" The old man said like he was impressed.

"I would usually called her pretty girl." Luca raised his eyebrow. The old man nodded. "I'm feeling good today, I'm writing my book and I'm coaching the ravens. I actually think that we might take it to the championships this year." Lucas informed the old man.

"Let's hope," The old man patted Lucas' back. The old man was going to be there for Lucas, as much as he could. "I see that you don't have Davis today?" The old man looked around, making sure that he was right.

"Haley has him for tonight. I need to run plays." Lucas told the old man.

"Why did Brooke call Davis...Davis?" The old man asked him. Lucas narrowed his eyebrows, he didn't really know why Brooke called him Davis. Lucas asked himself that question every day but nothing came up.

"I don't know but I'm glad she did because he reminds me of her every day." Lucas said to him.

"Well maybe that's what she wanted, so that you can reminded of her." The old man said to him. Lucas believed that there was something else to it. Brooke wouldn't just call Davis...Davis. There was something that he didn't know. "It seems like your doing great." The old man stood up from the bench.

"What? You're leaving so soon?" Lucas asked him. The old man started to walk away.

"Basketballs not my style." The old man turned the corner and he was gone. Lucas laughed, Brooke was also done with basketball when she was finished cheerleading. When he sometimes thought of Brooke, he would see her. Lucas turned around, looking back at his team. They were doing so well, it seemed like they had been playing basketball since they were children. Lucas clapped.

"Let's go!" Lucas cheered them on, trying to make them believe in themselves. Lucas looked across the gym, seeing young Brooke in the stands. She had her cheerleading uniform on and pom poms in her hand. She was watching Lucas' team, running around across the court. She seemed so fascinated. Lucas was shocked of what he was seeing, he stopped clapping and just stared at his wife. She seemed so real, like she was really there. Brooke slowly looked back at him, away from the basketball players. She gave him a slight smile and then she faded away. She was gone, like the wind.