First of all thank you for all the wonderful reviews I really wasn't expecting them.
This is my first fic so if you have any pointers I'll gladly take them. As for the story itself it may be a little weird and I don't know exactly where I'm going with it but I'll do my best, and like I said any ideas...throw them my way.
Chapter 2
Lucas stood in front of the mirror in the groom's dressing room looking at himself dressed in a crisp charcoal suit and white shirt, he reached his hands up to straighten his tie as the door opened and Nathan stepped into the room.
"Looking good man" Nathan grinned at his elder brother.
"What's got you looking so happy?" Lucas questioned as Nathan rocked on his heels, hands in pocket a massive if somewhat goofy smile plastered on his face.
"What can I say, I just love weddings." He shrugged
"Alright" Lucas threw his brother a bewildered look.
"This all reminds me of the day I married Hayley." He explained. "Both times were unforgettable but the second was extra special. I think that was the happiest day of my life, well second happiest after Jamie's birth." Nathan sank into a nearby arm chair while Lucas continued to stare at himself in the full length mirror. "It's such a special and gratifying thing, to pledge to love just one person. The feeling that out of all the people in the world you managed to meet the other half of your soul, the one person who completes you. How amazing it is to promise to protect them through whatever the world throws your way, to spend all your precious moments with them, pledge your life, your heart to them in effect. It's the beginning of a whole new life, you're no longer on your own; you know that no matter what she will always be there. I think it's a beautiful thing is all."
Lucas had turned to look out the window whilst his brother spoke.
Noticing his brother's demeanour Nathan chided himself for being so intensive he knew that this was going to be a very difficult day for Lucas on many levels. "I'm sorry man, you ok?"
Spinning around "Yeah, I'm fine; I think I'll get some air before this thing gets on the way." With that said Lucas turned and left the room.
Lucas walked through the grounds of the church, the gentle breeze lifting the leaves off the trees and causing them to flutter to the ground. Lucas expertly steered himself through the sea of trees and headstones until he found himself in front of the familiar grey stone.
Bringing the crimson rose to his lips Lucas placed a soft kiss onto the petals before placing it at the foot of the stone. He stared at the engraved words, still struggling to comprehend their meaning. .. In loving memory of Peyton Sawyer, beloved daughter and friend.
Those words seemed so cold, so final, so cruel. Every time he thought of them they tore at his heart breaking another little piece of it. How could it be, that all that was left of his fun loving, carefree, beautiful Peyton was a cold and solemn piece of stone?
"Oh Peyton, I miss you so much." Lucas murmured gently as he crouched leaning against the head stone in exhaustion and despair, composing himself he said "So today's my wedding day." Signing he continued "It's not exactly how I imagined it, I mean I thought my bride would have curly blonde hair..." A strangled sob escaped his throat. "Oh Peyton I'm so sorry."
"Luke" Brooke's raspy voice called out as she laid a hand on Lucas' shoulder. "I thought I might find you here. Everyone's looking for you they were beginning to get worried the ceremony is about to start."
"Ok." He signed. "I just wanted to tell her goodbye, and say sorry." Noticing the perplexed look Brooke was giving him he explained. "Sorry for not staying faithful to her, for marrying someone else..."
"Hey, hey" Brooke demanded his attention gently. "She forgives you. I'm sure of it. I know how much she loved you; she would want you to be happy."
"I just, I can't stand that everyone is moving on with their lives. Everyone's forgetting her!" The last bit came out as a pained cry.
"Don't, don't you dare" Brooke was angry, her finger pointing in his face. "She was my best friend, the closest thing I had to a family in the whole world. When my father was God knows where playing golf, Victoria drunk in some top end New York bar who was there for me, huh Lucas? Peyton that's who. Dammit, Lucas so don't you dare even think that I've forgotten her."
"I know, I know I just wish so much that we knew what happened, that we knew the truth."
"Yeah me too..." Brooke looked sadly at her best friend's headstone. "Come on let's go."
Before following Brooke, Lucas took one last look at the sombre, grey stone and whispered "Goodbye baby."
