Brooke thinking about Peyton. My first fan-fiction ever, but since it's short, I hope you'll still take the time to read it. I'd love to hear what you think.
It Was Never About Beauty
It was never about beauty. It was never about dreams floating around in the sky like white cotton clouds. It was never about the sun. The sun made everything into pure gold. It was never about the sun. Beauty was always there. It always existed somewhere in our lives. You never had to looks far to spot the evidence of its presence. In every part of life, there was beauty. Waking up in the morning, the sun would rise above the mountains creating reflections on the sea. Flowers would compete on being most colorful, most elegant, most alive. Hands would entwine and eyes would shine. And smiles. A smile would appear every time another one faded. Smiles are what we live for. The beauty of smiles and the people who make them come to life. It wasn't about that beauty. It was never about beauty.
I didn't need her beauty. I needed her. I needed her the way I needed my heart and the blood running through my veins. I didn't need her beauty. The beauty that always came back to haunt me. The beauty that constantly reminded me of all I could never get. Her beauty brought tears to my eyes when she was no longer watching, but it was never about beauty. I never needed to catch her beauty and lock it in. Not only could it never be done. I didn't need to. I needed her. I needed her like I needed the sun and the rain pouring down from the sky. It was never about beauty. It was about her.