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The Greatest Act of Love is Sacrifice
Love is a challenge, love is a dream, Love is a game, true love is like cream,
but above all
Love is still a sacrifice
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• Disclaimer •
I don't own any of the lyrics posted here. One Tree Hill or any of these character aren't my property as well. I love quotes and use them all the time and everywhere. This chapter is probably full of it, but those aren't mine either ... hmm ... maybe a few.
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Enjoy!
• Author's note •
Thanks everyone for the awesome response! I loved it! Seriously! You know that warm fuzzy feeling when your hearts starts twinkling and you feel like there is not enough air? Well, I think I'm in love with your reviews.
Everyone knows there are crazy people in the world, there are also crazy writers and there are certainly crazy ways to write. I don't know where I belong, but I always write my stories backwards. I know, WTF!? It's actually quite intriguing and I like it so enough reason for me. Another thing I constantly do is put on a nice song that inspires me to write and play it over and over again.
Well ... the whole chapter is written while I was listening to these two songs and there might be one thing I'd love you to do. Listen to the song when you read this chapter! You don't have the song? No problem! Either you can write a small review or simply put down you name so I know who to send it to and I'll give you a link to download the song every time I'll write a new chapter (the author rights never actually bothered be, sorry if you do. life is a bitch) or you can just open a new tab, Youtube it and continue reading with awesome background music. Be warned! Youtube Quality sucks ass though! Mark sucks ass too!
It might be a bit difficult to understand this part since this is dream sequence, woops there goes my first spoiler, but try to go with flow the world of imagination and most of your questions will be answered at the end.
I'd like to recall this chapter as Brucas manipulation. Soon your brain will be filled with nothing else than BL love.
Muhahahaa
wo_OW!?
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CHAPTER 2 - SILENT LIGHTS
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How can you say your life is empty
So late in the day
Why would you stay another second
Now your sight got in the way
A combination
Of love and aggression
Another second lived
Paint the Silence - South
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Silence. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over. The ones who don't understand the silence will probably never understand the great meaning and power that hides behind it. Power to answer to all of our questions. Power to give our souls great strength and the power to never give up hope. Power to help you get over a loss and the power to find new meaning in life. There are times when silence has the loudest voice. And when this voice finally overpowers our mind fully, we shall find peace. We shall hear angels. We shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
Lucas woke up! Opening his eyes the ceiling appeared to be coming closer and closer to him little by little. He stood up slowly and examined the snow white room in which he found himself captured. Everything was so white and so pure. No windows, no doors, and certainly no furniture except for the couch, which was obviously made of white leather, were present in the room. He slowly stood up and walked in the direction of the wall before him. Touching it with his finger, cold chills ran down his spine. Frostbite!
Even though the wall was icy cold, he let his head rest on it, and, while he was struggling to find his breath, his fist smashed hard against the wall out of desperation. The pain in his arms as a result of his foolish attempt spread slowly to the frigid body and he sighed as black hopelessness surrounded him.
"Those walls are real you know."
Laughter.
Unsure he turned his head in the direction of the voice that not only came out of the blue but also scared Lucas more than ever. Looking at a young teenage girl who was sitting on a bench, his jaw simply dropped. How did she get in here? Taking a closer look, he realized he knew her. This was the girl Brooke fostered. What was her name again? Still astonished, he stood leaning against the wall trying to process what had just happened.
The girl was still carefully looking at him with a huge grin on her face, "Don't you worry...It's okay that you don't remember my name." She walked over to him, his eyes were closed tightly, scared of the confrontation. "I'm Sam," her friendly voice added, trying to comfort him.
What was this? Could she read his thoughts? Why was she here? What was this here? Maybe most important of all, how did she get here? All these questions were overflowing his mind and he felt as if he were drowning in his incomprehension.
Silently, opening his eyes, he slipped away. He knew nothing about her, not even her name a few moments ago. It wasn't the fact that she was here that scared him the most; it was the fact he could not understand how he got here. "How did we get here?" he finally asked, realizing the ghost before him wasn't leaving anytime soon.
She started quietly laughing at him. His goofy and awkward attitude combined with panic was even funnier than she thought it would be.
Trying to reassure him that everything was going to be okay, she stepped closer to him again but trapped him in the corner of the room this time so he couldn't escape again. Frightened and anxious eyes met her bright sparkling ones. "Why do you ask me if you already know the answer?" she replied with a giggle.
Lucas looked at her, not understanding if he should still be terror-stricken or just confused now. She didn't make any sense to him...at all! She stepped back and revealed a door behind her. With a puzzled look he glanced first at Sam and then at the door. Back at Sam trying at least to find out how this was possible and back at the red door again that slowly opened revealing bright shining light behind it that didn't give away what was happening in the second room. "What is all of this?" He asked with a shaky voice "Am I dreaming? Am I dead?"
Both of them looking in the direction of the open door, Sam replied "I don't know if you're dreaming or if you're dead, but one thing is certain..." She turned her head and faced him once again, "You came here for a reason."
Lucas stopped looking at the red door as well, feeling somehow relieved that Sam didn't know everything as well and scared that nothing was absolute in here his attention was fully dedicated to her now, "What reason!?"
She smiled at him again, seeing that he felt much more relaxed now than a few moments ago when he had probably experienced more in one minute than in his entire life before. It was funny and naive to think it stopped here though. "Because you're lost."
But her smile didn't stay tuned for that long, "Or actually because you've lost."
"What did I lose?" The frivolous reaction was just what Sam expected it to be; he had absolutely no clue what she was talking about, and, letting out a sigh, she took his hand and pulled him towards the door, "Let's find out...I'll give you a moment of clarity."
Both of them stepped through the luminous light which made him close his eyes again so that blindness wouldn't take over. With his eyes shut he suddenly heard a roar of the crowd out of nowhere, a true echo of the final buzzer, and the cheers of a team all surrounding him, and it all unexpectedly stopped, what remained in that bizarre moment was silence. He didn't know if this was possible, but he didn't care anymore. He was standing in the gym of Tree Hill High School. This was the state championship, and it seemed like someone had just rewound his life and paused it.
"You remember your moment, right?" Sam asked with a husky voice. He simply nodded, and she pointed to the center of the gym, "You see that girl over there?" Lucas looked closer as she administered and saw a blond boy holding his girlfriend in his arms. "Who is that girl, Lucas?" she asked.
He looked at her out of a balance. "That's Peyton," he answered, trying not to give the teenager the answer what she was trying to get out of him.
She smiled once again, letting him know his answer was wrong, "I know who she is and so do you...but who is she for you?"
Lucas took another look at Peyton, "That's the girl whose art, passion, and beauty had changed my life."
"Changed your life?" she deviously smirked "... Good. Can you tell me who this is then, standing right behind you?"
Lucas turned around, and, for a second, he wished he never had. A frightened brunette was standing at the door looking right in the middle of the gym at the same couple he'd been staring at just a few moments ago. Sadness and hurt were filled her eyes with because she was probably right when she told Lucas that he'd end up with Peyton anyway. He realized how much he must have hurt her, jumping into a relationship with her best friend and opening up the fresh wound in her heart that never got a chance to heal and would probably never go away now - torturing her till the end of the days. Why did he had to realized only now how his selfishness must have crushed Brooke completely because just a few days before, he was doing everything possible to win her back. He understood here and now what a fool he was for giving up hope on her, thinking that she'd never accept him anymore. He realized he should have listened to what her heart was telling him when she caught him and Rachel that one night in his car. "Fight for me" She told him she wanted him to do it for her, and he failed at that simple test because his egoistic and narrow-minded head couldn't understand what her pure heart was whispering him. The most painful part now was that he couldn't even remember why he had given everything they shared up so fast.
Seeing Brooke at the door, fully broken from inside, he wanted to go over to her and explain what he had done. Her being so vulnerable was killing him, and he wanted to do anything he could to save her, but he couldn't...Slowly the noise of cheering people faded back, and then everything started moving again. He saw Brooke slowly wiping a crystal tear away and quickly closing the gym door as she tried to escape the awful burning picture.
"Brooke!" Lucas yelled and ran after her, trying to catch her before she could escape thorugh the door.
Slamming it open, he rushed inside but found himself back in the white room. "Brooke!" he shouted again, but nothing but silence replied. Turning around he saw that the door he had just come through had already disappeared. Nothing but the white walls were around him again. He found himself seized in an empty room again.
Alone.
You'll find it hiding in shadows
You'll find it hiding in cupboards
It will walk you home safe every night
It will help you remember
If that's the way it is
Then that's the way it is
You are the bluest light
"Are you still coming?" Sam complained, leaning against another door on Lucas' right side. Maybe for the first time, his heart felt overjoyed at seeing her, and he eagerly walked to her. "What did just happen?"
Ha wanted to go to the next room already. Find Brooke. Find out what stupid things he hadn't noticed earlier, yet that scared him most of all. Already stepping through the light again, he felt a small hand pushing further again his chest. "You still didn't answer my question. What did Brooke mean to you?"
Thinking of Brooke felt worse than ever now. Now that he knew what bad things he had done, he could never look at her with the same eyes, and he wondered how this selfless person still managed to keep talking to him or even keep in touch. Thinking of Brooke made him think of the day the two of them came to the River Court right after getting back together. He had told her she was the biggest part of his world and yet he failed in his own words. He failed at showing her what she really meant to him, and even though he wanted to believe it wasn't his fault, but rather Keith's death and his HCM that made him lose her, he knew that there was just one person to blame. That person was standing in this room now.
"Everything."
Sam nodded, and they proceeded to the next room...
This time they were in a cafe in New York. It didn't take him long to remember it because this was the place where he met his editor who helped him to publish his book. Sam made him face her again while his memories where slowly coming back to him.
"Say...when all your dreams come true, it's the greatest moment of your life...Who's standing next to you?"
Lucas tried to remember where he had heard those words before. A flash of him and Peyton passed through his mind. He suddenly remembered that at the state championship, the game he had just seen back a few moments ago, Brooke was the one who came to him and jumped into his arms to congratulate him. He also remembered her giving him her blessing with Peyton. The moment he agreed on it, he had killed the tiniest bit of hope that was still inside of him after Whitey's speech about true love. Lucas had been thinking about that speech the whole night, trying to figure out when it went wrong. Just a pity he realized it now. No love is the same in this world. True love is a hard struggle between two people who give each other their hearts unconditionally, and, even when others don't understand, they keep caring about each other. Love is never easy. Why did he realize, only now, that trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met? It was impossible. Thinking further, his mind brought him back to the memories of Brooke and him celebrating their success on this night.
The environment slowly changed, and Sam pointed once again to the crowd. "In exactly three seconds, a girl is gonna appear to meet this blond guy at the bar." Lucas saw himself waiting at the bar for his drink and a waitress leaving him a note that a friend from New York was here to visit him. Sam and both the present and past Lucas looked at the beautiful brunette who appeared from behind the dissolving crowd. Chocolate locks stealing all the attention in the room as the ruby earrings swayed back and forth. "You might not have noticed, but this is one of the moments when your dream came true." Lucas simply nodded as he figured out what Sam meant. She was right. The stupid ass he was he never even thought about it.
Like someone had pushed the fast-forward button, he saw them going to her house, talking about Peyton, getting wasted at some café with the taste of sparkling champagne, pretending to be engaged, and the carriage ride. Finally it slowed down when both of them arrived at his hotel room. Lucas saw himself sitting on a bed and suddenly leaning in and capturing her lips. He tried to remember what it tasted like. That was probably the last time he ever kissed her, and, touching his own lips, he wanted to remember the soft cherry taste of her glossy lips. Suddenly he saw Brooke pull back, and a look of in disgust himself as he started to talk about Peyton. Drunk or not, Lucas Scott was a jerk; he knew that for sure now. Didn't he care at all about her feelings? "You probably won't see me for a while" sounded in his ears as she exited the room. This time he didn't have to chase her because the scenery itself changed, and Sam and Lucas found themselves on the other side of the hotel room wall as Brooke slowly slid down on the floor, leaning against the wall. A storm of tears was running down her porcelain face, drenching the whole dress while she covered her face with two hands. Lucas' heart felt as if it was being torn apart as he watched this pretty girl cry on the floor. He sat down on the floor next to her and wished that there was at least something he could do, something he could say, but, feeling absolutely hopeless and knowing he couldn't see him now, tears appeared in his eyes as well. Sam came from right behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry...She's much stronger than you think."
Before those words were spoken, Lucas and Sam were in a new place. Looking to his left, he saw Victoria, Brooke's mother, sitting on the couch with the first draft for the B. Davis magazine. This was Brooke's house in NY again, and everyone in the room looked at the door as they suddenly heard someone turning the lock. "Tell me you're not getting married to that snob" was the first thing that broke the frigid silence. He saw Brooke and Victoria arguing and Brooke reassuring her mother she wasn't getting married as everything faded.
"Lucas Scott is the one boy I might have lost it for" were the last words he heard as everything became white in front of him again as he realized he was standing in front of the white wall again.
Lucas looked at Sam still with lonely tears in his eyes from what he'd seen.
"I'm not sure you really want to go further than this because it might change more than you think," Sam said, looking down at him.
Lucas stood up slowly and shook his head. "I'm sure...I have to know everything I've done."
Sam sighed and both of them walked to another wall.
"Don't tell me I didn't warn you..."
She took a piece of red chalk that was lying on the floor and drew a rectangle in the form of a door. "...You didn't hurt her this time though."
Good or bad?
"Come," she said, stepping through the rectangle.
Lucas started scanning through the objects in the room, trying to figure out where they were. "This is Peyton's old bedroom," he told her as he looked at the picture of an angry bulldog.
Turning his head he saw a closet door with a few names written under Brooke's and Peyton's names. An unexpected smile appeared on his face as he saw his name under Brooke's. He turned around as he saw Brooke coming inside the room and Peyton coming out of her huge closet. Guilt was obvious in Peyton's face as she asked Brooke where she slept. Brooke was noticeably heated in the presence of her friend, "My car. See, I had this horrible dream last night that my best friend told me she had feelings for my boyfriend. Oh, but that wasn't a dream, was it?"
Lucas' heart stopped as he saw Peyton shaking her head slowly, confirming the information. Brooke sighed, bringing a hand closer to her chest as she tried to hold herself together, "I cannot believe this is happening again." Now more than ever, Lucas understood the reason behind Brooke breaking up with him. He thought it was all about him, but, seeing Peyton being as selfish as himself, he felt even worse than the earlier nausea.
"It's not, okay! It's not, it's just the last time-" He could hear Peyton replying. It didn't take long to hear the raspy, furious voice snapping back as Brooke's hand was slamming against the door. "The last time? Do you hear yourself right now? The last time you tried to steal my boyfriend? He's on the door, Peyton! He's on the damn door under ME!"
As her hand slammed the last time against the door, the whole place exploded. Opening his eyes a few moments later, Lucas saw a vague silhouette of Sam, and, feeling her hand helping him get up, he sat down next to her on the couch that was still in the middle of the room, the only object remaining in the room.
Getting his sight fully, he saw millions of broken pieces of a mirror on the floor. "What is this?" He quietly asked, picking up a piece but letting it fall immediately on the ground as he felt the sharp shape cutting his finger.
"These, my friend, are the millions of broken pieces that represent Brooke's heart." She bent down to pick up the piece that he had just dropped. "Every one of them shows a moment where you or Peyton broke her heart."
Sam picked up the piece he dropped and showed him while he was sucking on his finger, both of them could see Brooke in Peyton's room once again, but this one was from the moment when Brooke found out her boyfriend and best friend had been sneaking around behind her back.
"Stop it!" he said as he pushed the piece away. "I can't take it anymore!"
"I know..." she nodded, "even watching from aside all this breaks my heart. I don't even want to know how it feels to be in the middle of it, but if you really didn't want to know, there wouldn't be a door on the other side," she pointed with her eyes to another red door.
Getting up they walked through the mass of broken silver glass reflecting countless moments filled with pain and sorrow.
"Open it," she demanded, and he pulled at the door handle, but, pushing it, he realized it was locked.
"Don't force it...open it," she repeated.
"How!?" he asked confused, but all he got out of her was "You know how! You created this place."
He looked at the door again and closed his eyes. The first thing that flashed through his mind was...Brooke, a dark street, his house, evening...
"I miss the girl behind the red door."
Still standing with his eyes closed and remembering the moment, he felt a soft hand taking his and pulling him inside. Opening his eyes, he found himself at the River Court. This was the place about which he cared the most, the place where he grew up, and where he learned almost everything. The place where he always found himself when he was having problems. He was standing in the middle of that place now, but nothing about it mattered. She was standing in front of him with a light smile on her face while the breeze played with her hair. It took some time before he realized they were holding hands. He just kept looking at her, sinking in her beautiful hazel eyes, scared to say anything to break the moment they were sharing. What should he say? What could he say? Nothing could ever explain what he was feeling right now. There are times when silence has the loudest voice. And when this voice will finally overpower our mind fully, we shall find peace. We shall see angels and we shall see them sparkling in the sky.
"Dreams are like stars. You may never touch them, but, if you follow them, they will lead you to your destiny." She finally spoke and looked down at the ground, breaking the silent stare. "I can't control my destiny, no one can; I am who I am. There's only now and here. There is only: give in to love or live in fear. There is no other path, no other way. No other day...it's just today."
With these words she leaned in and the light touch of the ardent lips spread through his body.
"Goodbye, Lucas Scott..."
She unlocked her hands, and everything started to blur again, the distance between them growing bigger and bigger. He tried hopelessly to run to her and touch her hand as the tiny fingers were waving at him for the last time, crying her name out loud in the darkness, but, before he even knew it, he was standing in the same old white room again. He turned his head, looking for Sam.
"Why did you do that?" he asked.
Sam came over to him and showed a sad smile. "I didn't do anything. This is your dream. This is what you wanted."
He stepped back in disbelief, "That's not true...I love her; I'd never want to go away from her."
Sam sighed again and continued sadly, "You already did...when you chose to call Peyton at the airport."
Still angry, Lucas looked at her, "If this is my dream, how come you're in it? I've never spoken to you in my entire life, nor do I know you."
Sam laughed for the last time. "That's exactly why you wanted me here. Right now you're in the hospital in a coma. You just survived a severe car crash, and the last people you saw before the car hit were me and Brooke. Someone hit you. You have to go back now ... there are people waiting for you, people who love you and need you in their lives."
She helped him to lie back on the white couch, and he closed his eyes. Slowly his body disappeared, and Sam found herself alone in the room.
"Just a pity you'll never remember this."
•••••• BRUCAS ••••••
A brunette sitting on a chair squeezing some blond brooder's hand, was trying to wake him up so that he could come back to her. Candle lights, flowers, and different photos were all around them. This should work! But it didn't. Feeling her cell buzz again in her purse, she took it out and desperately looked at it. Looking at Lucas, who still had to wake up from his coma, made her even more helpless, knowing it was her fault he was at this place right now.
She stood up and, putting some things back in her purse, closed the cell. "I won't be gone that long," she said and walked to the door.
"Brooke…" a quite male voice echoed in her ears as she reached for the door handle.
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• Dedication •
I dedicate this whole Chapter to Mark!
In your face you pathetic son of a bitch, If you want to make a moment of clarity at least do it right! Now I have to spent hours and hours cleaning up the mess you made of Lucas to redeem his character so we can accept him being with Brooke again.
Breaking off Leyton is an additional task I'll be happy to perform, but this might might take some time as well cause Albert hates rushed things.
Who the fuck is Albert? Ow yes ... I'm Albert!
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• Thank you! •
Maybe it's in my nature but I love to reply, so you're stuck with it!
#1 PrincessOnyx aka Kitty!
You did an awesome job correcting all this crap again. I think if you're still okay with that statue idea we should totally go for it. I'm more then certain the Eiffel tower will be nothing compared with yours.
#2 Toddntan aka Lampy Todd
Dude! Stop it or you'll make me blush. Boolian? Eww! I hate that rushed crap Mark is serving us and I'm not settling for it. Sadly enough I will have to add a bit of them into this story to show they don't stand a chance even comparing against BL. Seyton + Emo tears is a MUST in every fic! I
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Lucas has to go through an extreme make-over in this fic. I wont stand idiots next to Brooke.
#3 xnxdx
Haha well here is your explanation about the letters. I might admit I did it in a bit another way than usually expected, but something tells me you won't mind that?
#4 DANI OTH aka Dani
I love the Caps Lock. I don't know why but opening the review page my eyes immediately go down to your review. The next Chapters will be here in no time and so will the be the Sgame chapters. Dying to read your new fic btw!
#5 Cptime3000 aka Tiff
You don't owe me a thing sweetheart. ^_^ I'm doing my best on re-writing the Simple Game before the new update so that's gonna be alright. I can feel it! Some parts were really confusing suckish but I've doubled the word count in almost every chapter now. (snow your support my dear!)
#6 Brucas10
I'm glad you loved it. Good starts are overrated though! It's all about the end of the story O_O
Totally not duh! It's about the journey and I hope you'll love where this is going to be heading.
#7 StepyLuvsBL4EVA
You loved the last chapter!? Hah! I think you'll adore this one then, at least I know I do even though that sounds like s-u-p-e-r pathetic. Seriously, how great some of the moments here o_O
#8 CherryAndBroody4eva
How ironic is it that Lucas actually even had a wedding.
Brooke's angst is actually a very delicious topic. Everyone loves it. I could keep going on about it all the time, but I gotta give other character a bit of star time as well.
Brooke is the girl and she'll get what she deserves though. Hope you liked the new update!
#9 BDavisLScott23 aka Michelle
Michelle you're way too smart for your own good. Why do I have even to tell a story when you already know the secrets behind it! I've got good news for you as well - Seyton is going down down DOWN! No emo bitches are required in BL life.
Who said the driver was reckless? _
#10 dianehermans
Wooohooo! I've got a reviewer from BLgium! My day was completly awesome when I saw that! Dankje dankje dankje! Nobody can resist the sexy flemish. Merci merci merci! Nor the sexy french!
I guess BLgium is just one sexy country after all.
#11 moonkisss
I really hate disappointing people and I hope that when I'm gonna tell you in the next sentence that Peyton didn't run over Lucas I hope you won't be upset. "Peyton didn't run over Lucas with her comet" I have enough plans toying around with her.
Mark can't stand Brucas cause we love them so much. His pathetic epic ass is still hooked with that doomed Pucas obsession.
#12 Princesakarlita411
Almost right! The correct word is O_OMGosh
• Albert's note •
So ... please don't freak out! I know I'm awesome. This chapter is one of my best so don't expect me to come up with all the cool stuff all the time. Everything from now on is written in the direction of Brucas reunion and there will be some retarded fillers where I have to write about Seyton.
Speaking about Peyton ... I almost forgot to mention. Whenever you like it or not this bitch it going down in this fic ... in any fic I'm ever going to write actually. Either it's a plain crashing on her head at the end or the gets tortured in Chinese barracks she won't survive. I'm sorry if you love her, but Albert hates the diseased hoe!
(If you have any original ideas for her death send away, the best one will be fulfilled)
Coming back on the chapter and the letters from the last chapter. The walls in the room represent the four letters Lucas read in that bathroom on his wedding day. Don't expect everything to be lovey dovy when Lucas wakes up. He's suffering from a light amnesia so he won't remember the dream right away or maybe he never will.
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