Yeah I know, she's making another story. Whatever. I hope you like the prologue. It leaves off from OTH episode 4x01. Right when they are breaking up. For the whole Brucas sad scene watch it on YouTube. The accident didn't happen by the way. The other chapters will be much longer I promise.

*~*Prologue*~*

"I'm sorry I kissed Peyton, I should have told you."

"It's not about that Luke, it's not. I…I mean, I thought that it was but this is not about her. This is about me. I love you Lucas." He gently rubbed my leg, something he though I took for comfort, but it just showed how disconnected we are. "And I probably always will. But we go days without having a meaningful conversation, and I used to miss you so much when that would happen, but it never seemed like you missed me. And I guess because of it I stopped missing you. I mean look at today…" I can't look at his face for much longer, there is so much pain, so much regret and hurt in his eyes. But the one thing I don't see that I wish was there, was longing. I could see that this was breaking him up inside, and maybe I would have stopped all of this from happening if I saw the same longing and love that I saw in his eyes the night he said he was the one for me, or the night I stood in the parking lot and told him he needed to fight for me, or the night he declared his love for me in the rain…but I didn't see that. I didn't see any of that, and that is what broke my heart. "…it shouldn't be like this Luke."

"Brooke-"

"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore." Then realization came into his eyes and I could tell he knew, deep down, he knew we weren't going to be a couple when I leave this room. I slowly rose, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and made my way too the door I've seen so many times in the past two years. I needed to get out of here, I needed to get out fast. Or else I might just take everything back.

"Brooke," I turned around to face him. I knew in his mind he was conjuring up something to say, to make me stay. And I wanted him to. I wanted him to give me that third Lucas Scott speech, I wanted him to say something to change everything and make me regret I even thought about breaking up with him. I wanted him to fight for me. "I'm sorry." And he let me down.

"Yeah me too." The second I closed his bedroom door the tears started flowing from my eyes. I couldn't contain them any longer. I don't know what was really making me cry, the fact that I just broke up with the love of my life, or that he didn't stop me from leaving. I was soon home, well Rachel's house, and I was packing my entire half of the room into 6 suit cases.

"Hey ho!" Rachel said as she walking into our room. Her humorous expression soon faded when she was me crying. "I'm guessing Luke didn't take the news well?" Rachel asked trying to see my face, I kept it down while I packed.

"He doesn't know." I said while wiping the tears off my face and going back to my closet to get the rest of my wardrobe.

"What do you mean he doesn't know? What did you tell him?" Rachel asked following me into the closet.

"I told him I stopped missing him." I was done with my third suit case and started on my fourth, mostly my shoes.

"Brooke, you have to tell him. What is he going to do when you start showing? Or when your boobs get bigger? Yeah he'll defiantly notice when your boobs get bigger." Rachel laughed, but I am so not in the mood for her sluttish humor right now.

"Rachel." I snapped at her, " I can't just go up to him and be like 'Oh Luke bu the way I'm pregnant, again! I hope your ready for a kid!' You know how he is. And about the showing aspect, he won't know. No one here will. I'm going to New York. Tonight."

"Brooke you can't just jet off to New York by yourself." Wow, Rachel being responsible for one.

"That's why I'm asking you to come. What do you say Rach? Wanna go to New York?"