Hey guys...
It's sad, I know, but this is the last chapter. It was just a short 3-parter.
Just wanted to say thanks to everyone that read and reviewed...
So, Thanks.

Flashbacks are in Italics.

Summary: Lucas Scott was different...and he knew it. He was different, because he saw with his heart. Will he be able to overcome the obstacles that are standing in his way and get what he always wanted? Brucas

EVERY TIME I LOOK FOR YOU
CHAPTER 3

"But beauty seen is never lost,
God's colors all are fast;
The glory of this sunset heaven
Into my soul has passed…"
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-John Greenleaf Whittier

Ask any person, 'what do you use to see things?' and their answer would be simple, and quite predictable. Their answer would be: 'My eyes.' They would say. Look the answer up in a book, and you would find that you actually see with your mind. The answer would be complicated, and would go into great detail on how the image passes through the lenses and into the brain.

If you were to ask him, he would answer effortlessly. He would say, with the utmost confidence that you see with your heart. Every image that passes in front of your eyes someway or another will leave a permanent impression on your soul. Whether it be the friendly face of someone long known, or a new place that has yet to be explored. All leave their mark on your heart.

His crystal blue eyes scanned over the violently crashing waves before him. Their color matched the sea that they memorized passionately. It would be an image that would be seared into his heart for eternity, and he knew it would drastically change his life.

He watched the white tops crash down upon itself and send seemingly endless ripples cascading in every direction. It was truly a remarkable site, one that would be over passed by the average observer.

Carefully he bent down, ignoring the painful dizziness that buzzed around in his head, and grasped a fistful of sand. He watched it admiringly as it filtered through his closed fingers and returned to the collection below him. The color amazed him the most; it was an odd shade, a mix between yellow and brown.

Was that the color of his hair? He had been told that his hair was 'sandy-blonde'. He wondered if people had mistakenly compared the two. And the waves, were they the same as his eyes, or were people again mistaken? Both were beautiful colors, he did not doubt that. In fact, everything, at least to him, was beautiful. Besides, who was he to be picky?

He continued his way back up the beach, the swishing sound echoing in his ears with each step he took as his sneakers swept across the sand. He let his gaze linger upwards towards the sky. Another striking site. The white clouds were a beautiful accent against the lively blue horizon.

Half of him wished to stay there all day, just sitting in the sand and watching the waves break in. Or to lie in the grass and take in the different shapes of the clouds above him as the wind gently pushed them along. But he knew there were so many other things that he wanted to see.

He found himself at one of those places, the river court. It was even more magical then he could have ever guessed. The hoops and the flat top both sent off a calming feel, and the movie-like backdrop of the river in front of the city skyline was stunning.

The bumps, he could see them. For so long he could only graze his fingers along the curve of the ball, but now he could see every last one of them. Effortlessly he bounced it against the cement, the familiar thud filling his ears as he did so.

Another bounce. His fingers ran along the edge and he watched them fascinatingly. With a gentle ease he allowed the ball to soar from his fingers and hurdle towards the net. Oh how it empowered him to watch the ball make the perfect swish through the net.

A sharp pain shot throughout his head followed by the seemingly louder bounce of the ball from his head. He stumbled forward, loosing his balance. His hands frantically waved out in front of him, looking for anything to grab onto as he heard Brooke gasp.

Another sharp pain, this time on the front of his head. He could feel his body become numb and his legs give out below him. A wetness trickled down his face, a drop landed on his lips. Blood. His blood.

His body was being moved, just not by him. A brightness flashed before his eyes, stinging them. That was the last thing he could remember.

He could feel a hand on his arm, someone in the distance calling his name. He tried to move, let them know that he could hear them, but his arms were so heavy. "M…" He tried to call for his mom, but his lips refused to cooperate.

The grip they had on his arm tightened and he flinched slightly. An eerie burning formed in his head, stinging agonizingly behind his eyes. "Lucas." He heard. It was his mom. A collective gasp could be heard, his eyes slowly opening, the harsh lights stinging excruciatingly.

He blinked rapidly, weird shapes playing out before him. His hand slowly rose with difficulty to rub them. A woman. He could see. He could see a woman. She was older, her eyes were wide. She looked older. "Mom?" He managed to whisper hoarsely.

"Luke." She cried with relief as she wrapped her arms around his body tightly. His eyes scanned the room warily. He could see? How? "I'm so glad you're alright."

"Mom." He whispered again to get her attention. Slowly she pulled back and faced him. "I…I can see." He mumbled confusedly.

Skeptically she scanned his eyes, looking for anything, any type of clue. She raised her fingers and he instinctively followed it back and forth. "Haley, go get the doctor." She called over he shoulder, her eyes never breaking from his. The door reopened a few seconds later, the doctor entering, followed by Haley.

"Follow my finger Lucas." He instructed as he moved it up and down and side to side. Lucas' eyes tracked his finger causing a puzzled expression to appear on the elder man's face. He gently reached over and grabbed a black-and-white drum from the table. "Just look straight ahead." He stated as he spun it in front of his face.

"What happened?" Lucas questioned eagerly. The doctor returned the drum to the table and glanced at Lucas with fascination.

"I don't know." He admitted sheepishly. "I've never seen something like this before. Do you remember what happened?"

"The ball, it hit him in the back of the head." Nathan spoke wearily from the corner of the room. All eyes shot to him as he stepped out from the shadows hesitantly. He shifted nervously from one foot to the other and his fingers tangled together absentmindedly. "And then he hit the front of his head on the table."

Lucas watched him bewilderedly. Was he really there? Why? A million questions were surging through his head. But one stood out. "Where's Brooke?" He asked quietly.

"She left, she promised she would be back later to see you." Haley offered him a small, gentle smile. Haley. His eyes pierced through her captivatingly. She edged closer and gently cupped the side of his face. "You can really see?" She questioned softly. He smiled lovingly and nodded.

"You're so beautiful Hales." He whispered truthfully. His eyes memorized every inch of her face; he never wanted to forget what she looked like. Another gentle smile broke onto his face as the heat rose up her neck, her cheeks flushing lightly. She carefully placed a small kiss on his forehead.

"Thanks buddy." She whispered lovingly into his ear. He titled his head cautiously and returned the favor.

"Hales, you think you could do me a favor?" He asked her hopefully. She gently combed his hair from his eyes with a nod. "Can you find me some clothes?"

"Clothes?" Karen interrupted them. "For what?"

"To wear." He rolled his eyes sweetly.

"Lucas, we still have some tests to run." His doctor stepped in cautiously. "We have to find out what has caused this. We can't let you go without some sort of idea."

"No offence." Lucas smiled politely. "But I can see. Can you tell me how long its going to last?"

"No." His doctor replied. "That's why we need to…"

"Ok then." He said pulling on the shirt that Haley had handed him. "I'm not going to waste it by sitting in some stark hospital room. I'm going to enjoy it while its still around." He slid his pants under the blankets and wiggled them up his legs.

"Luke, you can't…" Karen pleaded with him.

"I have to mom." He sighed. "I need to do this. Please?" Her eyes searched his and eventually she nodded her head in acceptance. "Thank-you." He whispered gratefully in her ear as he gave her a warm hug. He kissed Haley on the head.

Hesitantly he stood in front of Nathan. Nathan squirmed timidly, not quite sure what to expect. Slowly Lucas raised his hand and held it in the air between them. Nathan glanced at it, confusion flooding his features. "Thank-you." Lucas mumbled as Nathan guardedly shook it.

He stood on the edge, watching the ripples float across the surface and the birds splash frantically in the river. It was enchanting. He could feel the sun beating lazily upon his face as it began its descend into the evening.

A light tapping echoed behind him, and from many years of experience, he was able to figure out who it was with ease. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" She murmured softly beside him. He simply nodded, his eyes slowly gazing towards her.

The image that flooded his eyes was inexpressible. "Hell yes." He laughed lightly as she realized the true meaning of his words and felt his eyes on her. She laughed lightly, her dimples entrancing him as she did. "I'd die happy…" He trailed off joyfully.

"Stop…" She flushed sheepishly as her hand playfully pushed against his chest. He quickly recovered and gently cupped her cheek in his hand.

"I mean it." He whispered unwaveringly. Her dimples flashed again and his heart melted within him. She stepped hesitantly closer to him and let her hand rest on top of his.

"Your eyes…" She whispered with just as much fulfillment as him. "They're so…intense. So, warm." Slowly he leaned in, his eyes falling to her full lips as they gently met in the middle.

The sunset like a picture behind them, the dark-red rays bouncing off the river and casting a shadow along the lush grass. The scene was that from a movie; they stood before the setting sun, colors splashed along the soon-to-be night sky, fully absorbed by each other.

It was an image that would be etched into the heart.