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Wreck of The Day

"Brooke...Is there even a chance that.." Lucas stood from his bed and began walking closer to the beautiful, brunette girl whose eyes were beginning to tear.

"Lucas...Don't...I have to go." With that she picked up her bag and walked out of his life.

Brooke slid into the dark, smelly cab in a daze.

"Where to miss?" The cab driver was starring at the girl in his back seat. He had seen many tearful good-byes in his career, he knew she was hurting.

"Miss? The airport?" Looking into the old man's eyes, Brooke nodded her head slightly and the cab driver put the car into gear. Brooke watched as Tree Hill slowly disappeared. What had just happened to her? Lucas had just said everything that she had been longing to hear ever since they had broken up. What else did she need? Love. She needed love. She had loved Lucas, but he hadn't loved her back. Didn't he know how much he hurt her? How could he just spring this on her? The radio was blaring some new rap song and Brooke's head began throbbing.

"Can you please change the station?" The cab driver began flipping through stations as Brooke slid further down into her seat.

"Driving away from the wreck of the day and the lights always red in the rearview" As the sad words flowed from the darkness Brooke let herself go. She cried for her head. She cried for her heart.

"Desperately close to a coffin of hope I'd cheat destiny just to be near you" Floods of memories buried her there in the back seat. Lucas's smile, his warmth, his laugh, his gaze...on Peyton. Her heart tightened as she thought of her best-friend. It had hurt her so bad when she had found a box of her stuff in Lucas's room. She would have done anything to make Lucas happy. And now, this hope that he really loved her was killing her.

"And if this is giving up then I'm giving up" Was she giving up? Brooke Davis has never been one to give up on anything she has ever wanted. But with Lucas, it was harder because it wasn't only her head that wanted him, it was also her heart.

"Cause love doesn't hurt so I know I'm not falling in love, I'm just falling to pieces." As the tears flowed and her sobs became stronger, Brooke pulled her legs into her body and rocked. She did want Lucas, but she was scared. Scared that he didn't want her as much as she wanted him or didn't need her as much as she needed him. That's why she had secretly been a little relieved when she found out that she was going to California.

"And maybe I'm not up for being a victim of love, when all my resistance will never be distance enough" Suddenly Brooke felt the car come to a stop. The old man turned around and looked straight into her eyes.

"Young lady, are you sure you want to keep going?" Brooke sat up a little, shocked at what he was saying.

"Wha...What do you mean?" Her voice quivered as she spoke. She felt so weak.

"I've seen a lot of sad good-byes, a lot of tears, but it seems to me you haven't really said good-bye yet. You should never leave things unsaid." The old man searched her eyes for an answer. Brooke wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, smearing the mascara across her cheek.

"I've said all the good-byes that I need to." She tore her eyes from his gaze. She felt self-conscious with his starring. How could he know how she felt?

A heavy sigh came from the old man. "Maybe you have said your good-byes," he pointed at her head, then he slowly placed his hand over his heart, "But are you sure your heart has?"

Brooke quietly pulled her jacket around her shoulders and continued looking out at the cars passing by.

"Driving away from the wreck of the day and it's finally quiet in my head" Her thoughts clearing Brooke felt a shock go through her whole body. She loved this boy, with all of her being. If she left now, with things unsaid, would he move on? She brushed the hair from her face and turned to the old man.

"Is love.. is it worth a broken heart?" Her voice came out in a small whisper. "Because if it's not, I have a plane to catch." She held her breath. She had just placed her fate in the hands of a stranger.

He looked, a tiny smile on his lips. "It's worth every second." With that he turned around and began driving back towards Tree Hill.

Brooke laid her head against the cool window,closed her eyes, and let out a breath she had been holding inside. She sure hoped it was, because this one chance was all she had left.

"Driving alone, finally on my way home, To the comfort of my bed"