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prelude (PREL-yood, PRAYL-, PRAY-lood, PREE-) noun
1. An introductory event, performance, or action preceding something more important.
2. A musical section, overture, etc. serving as introduction to the main composition, opera, play, etc.
verb tr., intr.
To serve as an introduction to something.
[From Medieval Latin praeludium, from Latin praeludere (to play beforehand), from prae- (pre-) + ludere (to play). Ultimately from Indo-European root leid- (to play) that is also the ancestor of words such as allude, collude, delude, elude, illusion, and ludicrous.]
Since Brooke was old enough to understand it, the sex has been prelude to the leaving. Priorities being what they are, sex is nothing but nerve endings, but the leaving proves something: she could never have held onto Lucas.
Peyton would laugh at her for saying it. Peyton is one of those people who believes in forever, in a frothy white wedding dress and her smiling dad giving her away. In the wedding march and the ever, ever after. Fidelity.
Monogamy. All those Oprah cliches. And is it ever so? Brooke knows of no one -- no one -- who has lasted like that. Every force in life is arrayed against fidelity. Every force -- and Brooke is a force.
Sitting on a stool at some anonymous bar, she will nurse her drink and look for the shy ones, the ones that know they shouldn't be there. And she will choose one, a good-looking one that looks self-consciously down at his hand too many times, or twists for a ring that isn't there. She will catch his eye and smile at him, and she will move over to him eventually.
And there will be the time of negotiation, and the time when she leads him outside, and the time when the motel room is paid for and she can unwrap him like it was her birthday every day. And oh! How grateful and guilty he will look, hands pinned up above their heads, watching her rise above them and fall, rise and fall.
Sometimes she picks one that makes her think of Lucas. And then she leaves him, over and over, leaves without payment or goodbye, stops outside the door and adjusts her heels and smiles, because there's no such thing as fidelity, she can show Peyton that any day of the week without half trying.
prelude (PREL-yood, PRAYL-, PRAY-lood, PREE-) noun
1. An introductory event, performance, or action preceding something more important.
2. A musical section, overture, etc. serving as introduction to the main composition, opera, play, etc.
verb tr., intr.
To serve as an introduction to something.
[From Medieval Latin praeludium, from Latin praeludere (to play beforehand), from prae- (pre-) + ludere (to play). Ultimately from Indo-European root leid- (to play) that is also the ancestor of words such as allude, collude, delude, elude, illusion, and ludicrous.]
Since Brooke was old enough to understand it, the sex has been prelude to the leaving. Priorities being what they are, sex is nothing but nerve endings, but the leaving proves something: she could never have held onto Lucas.
Peyton would laugh at her for saying it. Peyton is one of those people who believes in forever, in a frothy white wedding dress and her smiling dad giving her away. In the wedding march and the ever, ever after. Fidelity.
Monogamy. All those Oprah cliches. And is it ever so? Brooke knows of no one -- no one -- who has lasted like that. Every force in life is arrayed against fidelity. Every force -- and Brooke is a force.
Sitting on a stool at some anonymous bar, she will nurse her drink and look for the shy ones, the ones that know they shouldn't be there. And she will choose one, a good-looking one that looks self-consciously down at his hand too many times, or twists for a ring that isn't there. She will catch his eye and smile at him, and she will move over to him eventually.
And there will be the time of negotiation, and the time when she leads him outside, and the time when the motel room is paid for and she can unwrap him like it was her birthday every day. And oh! How grateful and guilty he will look, hands pinned up above their heads, watching her rise above them and fall, rise and fall.
Sometimes she picks one that makes her think of Lucas. And then she leaves him, over and over, leaves without payment or goodbye, stops outside the door and adjusts her heels and smiles, because there's no such thing as fidelity, she can show Peyton that any day of the week without half trying.