Chapter IV, "The angel of death" (TPOR)

You have such pretty words, shame they are repeated, engraved and forever in my heart.

Even though it turned out to be a lie, you still gave me love and with that i can go on knowing that we did once love and we grew together & we have the memories that no one can take away from us.
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Brooke: There are 82 letters in here, and they're all addressed to you. I wrote them all this summer. One a day, but I never sent them 'cause I was afraid.
Lucas Scott: Brooke...
Brooke: I was afraid of getting my heart broken again, like before. 'Cause you hurt...

This fanfic is the result of boredom and desperate need for a fanatic.
Yeah.
Here we go :)
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Umm yeah.
So about a year has passed since leyton gave birth to their child and were married.
Brooke is out being a hot sexy fashion designer, and Luke is a fugly stay at home dad.


"Yo Luke you gonna fry me up some chicken? I'm hungry."
"In a moment dear, I'm wiping Sawyer's doodoo."
"Your such a pansy ass." -she sits down on the lounge chair and unzips her jeans- "I need a little breathing room!" -takes a sip of beer-. "Who decided to name the fart Sawyer anyways? What a dumbass name!"
"You did,...

so i dont know if i gott disclaim here but better to be safe than sued. so i dont own anything. so that whole lucas' novel thing pisses me off so this helped me with my feelinsg about that subject. :) apologies for spelling mistakes, i dont do the editing thing and my little fingers type faster than they should.

Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest. - Ann Radcliffe

Sitting in front of his computer Lucas Scott stared at the words in front of him, there on screen his heart...