A/N: Hey, this is my first One Tree Hill story so I hope it is okay. This did not actually start out for this programme but it suddenly seemed to fit and with a few adjustments, here we are. It will eventually be Leyton for anyone wondering and starts at the dreaded wedding. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: *sigh*, I own nothing. Not one little bit.

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We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past can be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
In the lonely light of morning
In the wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
I've held so dear.

I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

(Sarah McLachlan - Fallen)

The vintage church kept up with the rustic feel of the town. Not small but not overly large the building was partially covered in moss. If a person listened closely, they could almost hear the stories that this building had to tell. The ageing wooden doors at the entrance opened revealing an interior, which looked far newer, then the rest of the place. It was decorated nicely and the designer had gone with the traditional colours. Flowers covered most of the available surfaces and each of the pews held just the right amount of people. At the front the priest stood next to two men, each waiting eagerly for the next few moments.

Becoming restless one of the men in tuxedos glanced once again at his watch and sighed. Time seemed to be moving faster then anyone could anticipate and people were becoming uncomfortable. As he turned to gaze at Nathan, he noticed the shrug the other man gave and sighed again. Lucus knew he could not hold on much longer. It was taking every ounce of strength he had not to look at the dreaded pew to his left. He knew if he did it would certainly be his undoing... she would be his undoing. Shifting his body to soothe his aching feet he looked at the floor and contemplated how he could possibly have got to this point. It seemed like years since he was happy. Of course deep down he knew that was likely to be the truth. Unfortunately, his thoughts were interrupted as the music began to play. Whipping his head up he looked on as the guests readjusted their seated positions to pretend they had been eagerly awaiting the upcoming arrival.

"Thank God".

Hearing his brother's words he rolled his eyes and turned to glare, hushing the words that were about to follow.

Gasps reached his ears and he looked over at the approaching women. All of them looked angelic and each wore a smile trying to calm him. The problem was it seemed to have the reverse effect and he could feel the nerves building with each step they took. Haley's smile was more noticeable then the others and he knew she could see through him. His legs had gone from a painful ache to more of an itch. His body and heart wanted to run, it was a shame his head was not quite following. Reaching the front the small party all moved to the side and then the aisle was clear. By now, fear had completely gripped him and he could almost feel the emotion choking him. It was wrong... this whole situation was wrong. He had never meant to propose and she should never have said yes. Although blaming her was a little far fetched but was his love for another woman not blindingly obvious. Unless when it came to him, she was slightly short-sighted.

Reaching up he pulled at his tie trying to rid himself of the lump in his throat. He was a man of words... he always had been... but now he was more then likely going to choke on his vows. Lowering his hands quickly he clasped them in front of him tightly warding off any of the stares he could feel. He could see Nathan and Haley staring at him, they probably thought he was going to make a dash for the door. To be truthful he thought it too.

Before his thoughts could reach his limbs and convey the message to leave, it began. She was walking down the aisle towards him. He smiled trying to convey his false feelings but his eyes betrayed him. He had tried so hard to stare at his fiancé but at the last second they moved to the forbidden place. Wedged tightly between the wood and Brooke with Skill's hand on her shoulder it was almost as if they were holding her down. Internally he chuckled, it looked like he was not the only one who wanted to leave. Squinting to look more closely he noticed the single tear roll down her cheek. Sobering quickly he watched as she looked up from the floor. Her eyes held more pain then he had ever seen before in another person. The betrayal was obvious and he wanted nothing more then to go to her and hold her. He wanted to save her.

Feeling a nudge to his side, he broke from the trance. Nathan was glaring at him and he turned back to Lindsey. She was in front of him. This was it. Grasping her hand, he hoped it would give the motivation he needed. It failed but it was too late now. Turning to the priest, he nodded and smiled waiting for what he knew was certainly going to be the end. He felt like a man on death row. It was almost as if he was waiting for the deadly current.

Breathing deeply he began echoing the words... the vows which should be cherished but he could not help but hate. Then came the moment... everyone waited with baited breath. Many were sure he would decline.

His thoughts whirled around and he saw himself outside by the lake where he first met her. The other half of himself. Looking around he noticed everyone watching as the sun beat down. The guests were seated by the water and a small arch provided some form of shelter. Hearing the priest repeat his question, he turned back to the woman in front of him. Only this time the eyes were green not blue. Peyton. He could see her face so clearly through the thin veil she wore. She astounded him and he became mesmerized by her open features. The love he saw there made his heart sore. Smiling at her, he lifted his hand and cupped her cheek stroking it with his thumb. This was what he wanted... more than anything. Opening his mouth, he said the words that to him felt like his destiny.

"I do".

"Okay".

The priests answer brought him back and his dream evaporated as quickly as it had taken hold of him. Blinking a few times, he cleared his sight and glanced around slowly. Lindsey. He was back in the church. He could not do this. He had to stop the wedding. As he went to say something, anything to halt this ceremony, the woman in front spoke.

"I do".

With that, his fate was sealed. It was over before it had begun. The priest's final words felt like nails slowly sealing him into his coffin.

"You may now kiss the Bride".

As those words echoed around the church, he grimaced internally. He wanted so badly to go back. It was too late. Putting a smile on his face, he lent forward and kissed his new wife. Pulling back, he turned and walked towards the open doors with Lindsey. The aisle seemed to get longer with every step. As he walked by the pew, which held his heart, he heard a sob. Closing his eyes, he tried unsuccessfully to bloke it out. Her tears had always affected him but today it was worse. Especially knowing he was the reason. Not even Peyton could be held responsible for this mess. Nearing the end of the aisle, he heard Lindsey whisper to him.

"This is the first day of the rest of our lives."

Smiling falsely he turned and kissed the top of her head. He could hear everyone following them as they went to exit. As they hit the steps outside the church, he could not help the continued mantra that echoed throughout his mind and stabbed at his heart.

'This is the last day of the rest of my life.'

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A/N: Thank you for reading. One question though I'm not entirely sure whether I should continue. Therefore, if you want me to tell me because I do have a plot figured out.