A/N: It's been long. Too long, some might say. But I've always learned that absence made the heart grow fonder... or something along those lines anyway. Whether this applies to any of you, well, I'll leave that in the middle.

Some might recognize this story already. All this basically is, is me transferring this story from my second account to my primary one. The reason I chose to write this on a secondary account, was because when I first came up with the idea, I knew for a fact that it wasn't going to be anywhere near a happy story. And of course, because it was going to deal with some very touchy subjects. So I figured that I'd give it a go and see what the response would be.

It was better than I expected. It was much less backlash-y than I figured, and since I figured that I hadn't posted anything in a while, I figured this is my "Hey, I'm okay!" post. There isn't anything new (bar a few periods and comma fixes) and a new, shiny title (because I wanted to punch myself every time I saw Kübler Ross. Talk about unimaginative titles!) but I do want to use this space to announce that I'm working on a sequel for this story. And this time, we're diving into Sarah's mind. Hooray! Also, it will be angsty-ish. How much angst, I can't say yet. I have a general idea, but I'm still working out the kinks (see what I did there?).

I'll post a chapter every Friday. There are five chapters in total. Hope you enjoy.


DENIAL


"...The man you've flashed on is Lucien Porter, a French industrialist who moved to America a few years ago, with known ties into FULCRUM. We believe that…" The General trailed off when my hand shot into the air. "May I remind you, Mr. Bartowski, that you are no longer in grade school. We do not raise hands. You have permission to speak freely."

My face went red and I smiled sheepishly, ignoring the snort coming from behind me. "Oh right," I nodded. "Um so I was wondering why Fulcrum cares so much about a French industrialist. Weren't they supposed to be super patriotic about their own country or something?"

"Major Casey, would you mind explaining to the asset…" the disdain that dripped from her voice when she addressed me by my title only served to humiliate me further, "…why exactly Fulcrum is interested in a French financier."

"Of course, ma'am," Casey said with a curt nod. "The reason that Fulcrum is so interested in a European financier is exactly because they're so patriotic. No one would ever suspect transfers from a European country to be the source of income for an organization that has the political agenda of the United States as its main target."

"I should let you explain things to me more often when Beckman is watching. At least it'll stop you from insulting me," I quipped.

"Watch it, moron."

"Spoke too soon," I sighed. Sarah hid a smile which I found to be a shame. She was so pretty when she smiled, not to detract from the fact that she's always pretty regardless, but well... you get the idea…

Beckman cleared her throat. "If we're all done with the name calling?" Of course she didn't actually allow a response. "Agent Walker, you are to distract the target while the Major and the asset will break into the room of Mr. Porter and find proof of his involvement in the supporting of FULCRUM. Photograph any and all relevant documents that you can find."

I raised my hand again, although it was a lot more timid this time around. If I had to be honest with myself, I was a little scared that the vein that was throbbing in the General's forehead might burst. "Uh, ma'am… why exactly am I needed on this mission? Wouldn't it be easier if I supported Agent Walker and let Casey take care of the room on his own?"

She sighed. "Mr. Bartowski. We do not possess the Intel to know exactly where the safe is located, but the Intersect does. We need you to pinpoint the location for a quick extraction. The sooner we have the files, the sooner Agent Walker can finish her part and we can all come back in one piece, as well as dealing a significant blow to the finances of the organization that is intent on destroying the country that both Agents Walker and Casey have sworn to protect, and to which you yourself have committed to as your role as the Intersect."

"Not by choice," I grumbled, but the swift kicks to my shins made sure that it was the last time I uttered a negative word about my current situation. Sarah at least had the decency to look apologetic. Casey took some sort of sick satisfaction from hurting me. But that was Casey. It was our thing. I couldn't blame the guy for bonding with me, could I? Even if it was more painful than pleasant.

"If that is all," she said, didn't even bother phrasing it like a question because we all knew how it went. She told us what to do and like lapdogs we would rush out to do it. She jabbed at the connection button and the image closed.

It was kind of obvious that I stepped out of the wrong side of my bed this morning. Everything served to annoy me and I couldn't help but shake a feeling of dread that had been steadily building throughout the briefing. Something about this mission felt… off. Maybe it was a bit too easy? It seemed too convenient, the way that FULCRUM always seemed to have everything going down in Los Angeles.

I shook the crazy thoughts out of my mind, before addressing Sarah.

"I'm sorry you have to do this," I said, my tone bashful.

"It's not your fault, Chuck," she informed me, a small smile playing on her lips. "But thanks for apologizing anyway."

Casey walked behind me, racking the chamber on one of his fancy pistols. "Stop it with the lady feelings and let's get going. Walker, you do what you do best, me and Boy Wonder over here will break into his room and find the files." He always liked needling me about Sarah's excellent seduction scores. I'd like to think that my reaction would be just as harsh if it didn't involve the woman I loved, but well, I couldn't be sure. Still, there was something less than human about forcing your own agents to flirt with the enemy. Even if flirting was as far as it went.

Sarah recognized my mood; of course she did, and rushed to reassure me. "Don't worry, Chuck. Just make sure you flash as soon as possible and we can get out of it without too much of a problem."

And then she smiled that smile at me, the one that made all my worries melt away like snow in the sun. I never did see it as her exerting control over me, although that was probably what it was. Everything to keep me compliant, although that still didn't stop me from running out of the car whenever Sarah or Casey, or anyone really, was in danger.

Still, it was a foregone conclusion to myself that I was hopelessly in love with her. While I would deny it to anyone who asked—at least, those who were from the government considering I had to sell us being in love to my friends and family—it was no use denying it to myself in the comfort of my own thoughts.

It probably explained why I felt the way I did about seductions as well. After all, I had met Carina and despite being freaked out about her playful side, I didn't get the same feeling of disgust when I thought about her seducing someone. That wasn't to say I didn't feel disgusted, because I did. Just, less disgusted.

We each went our separate ways. I chose to stop by the apartment and quickly put on a suitable blouse and jeans combination. Casual, that was the theme of tonight. Just two friends—me and Casey although I wondered if Casey could even pull off civil acquaintance, let alone a friend—sitting in the restaurant of a hotel and Sarah sat at the bar, schmoozing with a FULCRUM agent.

I felt my blood pressure sky rocketing, and had to take a few deep breaths. Was Sarah aware of how I felt for her? Because, the way I saw it, it wasn't in the job description of an agent to make sure that an asset felt secure in a cover relationship. But apparently, given her earlier rush to reassure me, that was what Sarah was doing.

Idly, I toyed with the idea of switching sides. I would probably end up in a small cell, but it would've been worth it because then, at least Sarah would've actually done something with me rather than keep me at arm's length, only occasionally letting me in, letting me see a glimpse of the true woman behind the veil that her job required her to don. I groaned. I couldn't believe that thought had entered my head, even in jest. I may not have been on the best terms with the government, but that didn't mean I was going to betray them and forever be branded a traitor.

Besides, getting to slowly peel away the layers that made up Sarah was so much more fulfilling than any fling could ever be. I hoped I had enough time to reach the core before she was snatched away from my life. And with Orion seemingly on the government's radar, it would only be a matter of time before they captured him and forced him to build a device that would remove the Intersect. Time wasn't exactly on my side lately.

I finished dressing and combed my hair, although I made sure that it wasn't too combed. Sarah had made an offhanded remark about liking the apparent "animal shapes" it made. I couldn't see any animals in them, but if Ellie and Sarah did, I suppose they were lost somewhere among the unkempt curls. So I just shrugged and agreed.

To save time, I went out through the Morgan Door and knocked on Casey's door. It swung open to reveal the major in a blouse himself and I had to blink a few times. I'd never seen the man in anything other than either spy gear or the polo shirts of the Buy More. Oh, and the occasional butler or bell hop get-up too. Yet, this felt... different.

"Looking sharp, Casey," I grinned. The major did not look amused. But then, he never did look amused, like, at all.

After the obligatory compliment from me and the grunt in answer, we went to his Crown Vic. It'd draw less attention than the Herder after all. I slid into the passenger seat, and as he started the car, I reached out towards the radio, but he slapped down my hand. "Don't," he warned. "I don't like music when I drive."

"What do you like?" It was a valid question, I felt. After all, I hadn't seen the man smile once since he came to Burbank.

"Bonsai trees, scotch, hot pockets, Reagan and silence," he replied without missing a beat. Well, that kind of shut me up.

It didn't take long before we arrived at Sarah's hotel. She had requested a meet beforehand, although neither one of us knew why exactly. The elevator ride was one of the most awkward ones I've ever had in my life. Casey was actually trying to be... courteous to other people. Although I was well aware that I would eventually pay for him having to act like a human being. But it was fun while it lasted.

The elevator dinged and my feet walked to Sarah's door as if on auto pilot. Casey grunted and mumbled something, but I couldn't hear what he said. Knowing him, it was probably something mean. I knocked on the door and waited, feeling the habitual shyness returning. There was just something about waiting for Sarah to open the door that caused a rush of emotions to flood through me. Man, I'd fallen hard for this woman.

The door opened, but I didn't see Sarah. I heard her muffled footsteps dart back into the room and she called out that we should come in and make ourselves comfortable. The flash of leg and lacy bits that I did see didn't do much good for my already high heart-rate. With a voice that was only two octaves higher than normal, I informed the major that we should go in. He just shook his head. "It's like you've never seen a woman naked before, Bartowski."

"I haven't really, except Jill, and well, she tried to kill you guys and sell me to FULCRUM, so I'm sorry if I'm not too eager to count that one as a win."

Casey sighed. "If you'd played your cards right, you could've seen Walker naked at least five times already."

I sputtered, "W—what? Why would I want to see Sarah naked? We're colleagues after all and I..."

"Cram it, Bartowski. I don't have to be a spy to see how Walker's just looking for an excuse to jump your bones. And you're not much better yourself. It's disgusting to see."

"What's disgusting to see?" Sarah stepped out of the bathroom in a slinky blue dress that was... well, slinky was just about the only way to describe it. It did nothing to hide her figure and I felt the familiar rush of blood that drained from my brain to more... important parts, as nature and evolution had decided. I tried to say something but my tongue seemed to be three sizes too big for my mouth. "I see you approve?" she asked. I nodded vigorously. She gave me a brief smile before repeating her question.

I was about to reply with some vague excuse, when Casey cut me off. "You two. Just do each other a favor, have some kind of crazy sex party or whatever it is you two want to do and make sure I don't have to see those damn wistful glances anymore. Ugh."

My mouth dropped open. What the hell just happened?

"Look Casey, I didn't give you and Chuck permission to come inside here to discuss our sex lives. And I'm sure that even if we would, there wouldn't be much to talk about. Neither Chuck nor I have been with anyone recently, Jill Roberts notwithstanding. Especially since she was proven to have worked for the agency that's hell-bent on capturing him for god knows why," she sniped back.

"Hey, that's unfair! I'll have you know that I..." Her glare shut me up pretty good. God, she was hot when she was angry. Although that reminded me that she was angry, well at me, which kind of sucked. But I mean, it wasn't my fault I got seduced by my ex-girlfriend turned rogue agent, was it? Okay, so I may have kicked Sarah to the curb a bit too enthusiastically but still. I felt like I should've gotten at least some credit for making sure that she was still alive. And all Sarah had to do was just tell me that there was at least a chance at giving us a shot and I'd have never made eyes at any other woman ever.

Lovesick indeed.

Casey grunted, it sounded like mild respect, and nodded. "So go tell us what we're here for."

"Change of cover," she announced. "Chuck and I will play lovers who have a spat. Psychological profiles suggest that Porter is more likely to go after involved women."

Casey groaned. "This is just so you have an excuse to make googily eyes at Bartowski, isn't it?"

Sarah shook her head a bit too fast to be seen as completely natural and I couldn't help but grin. Maybe, just maybe... but that wasn't important now. Well, it was important, but not the reason why we were here. I had to focus on the mission. That was what they needed from me. It was a nice change of pace from the days where it was, 'Stay in the car, Bartowski' and other commands that made me feel more like a puppy than an actual human being. But then again, it wasn't like I was going to let the people I cared about get hurt. Not on my watch.

I called both my handlers to attention and we strode out of the room. I'm sure we must've looked like the biggest band of misfits ever. A stunning woman in a slinky dress accompanied by a bodyguard and a nerd both donning semi-casual attire. This was either the setup to an incredibly lame joke or a low budget porn flick. It was essentially the perfect cover. It was also supremely awkward.

We drew some stares from the guests in the lobby but Sarah and Casey ignored them. I tried to, but I felt myself fold under their gazes. So I picked up the pace and ended up beating my handlers to the door by at least ten paces.

The three of us all piled into the Ford and immediately set off towards the restaurant where we knew Lucien would be. For some reason, the air in the car was charged. Sarah kept alternating between glancing at me or Casey and it freaked me out. Something was different about her tonight.

"Will you stop looking at us? You're giving me the creeps, Walker."

"Oh, sorry Casey."

He simply grunted in reply but that confirmed it in my mind. There was something wrong with Sarah.

We screeched into the parking lot and we went over the plan one more time. Sarah and I were supposed to pose as a couple that was having a lover's quarrel while Casey would be a patron at the bar. After the spat, which was supposed to be loud enough to have the entire restaurant's attention, I would leave and Sarah would go to the bar, conveniently placing herself next to Lucien. All she had to do was keep him busy and provide him an incentive to stay and talk to her. Afterwards, she'd take him up to his room; probably endure a little necking before tranqing him and staging the room. We'd hand the photographic proof over to the Feds who would take care of the bust. The plan was simple enough, but I couldn't help but feel the brief rush of jealousy overtake me as Casey told Sarah what they expected from her.

Sarah looped her arm through mine and we walked up to the maître d' and got our reservation. It always amazed me how efficient the government could be when they put their minds into it. But as Sarah started walking after the man, I pulled her aside. "Hey, are you okay? You seemed really distracted in the car."

"I'm fine, Chuck," she smiled back. "There's nothing to worry about."

"Okay," I nodded. "But you'd tell me if there was, right?"

"Sure," she said, but her eyes flicked away briefly. Her tell. I had never seen her make that gesture except when it came to me and lying to me. I didn't know whether to press it and spill the beans on knowing her tell or keeping my mouth shut in case it would come in handy later.

My dilemma was answered when Sarah sighed. "It's just, Casey really annoyed me. I get that you're under a lot of stress with this whole cover girlfriend thing, and he's not making it any easier. I'm sorry." She put a hand on my arm and I swore I could feel heat radiating through the fabric, but that was probably my imagination.

But there was something about the way she said what was bothering her, that caused me to doubt whether it was because Casey was getting to me, or if it was because it was getting to her. Either way I couldn't allow my mind to wander to that beautiful place just yet. The place where Sarah would actually open up to me and would be willing to start something real, and where Casey would treat me like a normal human being instead of a super computer on legs. No, first we had a mission.

We linked arms again and followed the maître d' as he was impatiently standing at the table. I imagined he was about three seconds from planting a fist in his hips and tapping his foot.

Sarah ordered the food and I had no problems with that. Several guys gave me funny looks, but I shrugged and nodded to her. Almost all of them solemnly agreed with me that letting her order the food was just about the lowest item on the list of things they were willing to go through to be with her.

Sarah simply smiled. "Don't think I didn't see what that was about, Chuck," she teased.

I shrugged. "It's not like it's not true or anything." She simply smiled back but that was enough. Our drinks arrived soon enough and after Sarah had nodded her approval—I usually drank two buck Chuck so it wasn't like I had any sort of knowledge about wine anyway, although I could appreciate a good Chardonnay—we toasted on partnerships. She raised her glass to her lips when I saw her do a double take and she got a teasing glint in her eye. My eyes darted towards the glass she was holding. "Oh no, no, no. This is a new shirt. And you're holding red wine!"

"Please?" she asked, her face the picture of innocence. I was about to reject when she added a pout to the list and I was hopelessly lost.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I mumbled. She just laughed and took a long sip. "I'll have you know that I will find a way to get you back for this."

"Can't wait," she said, her eyes sparkling in mirth. I shook my head and we continued to chat amicably. At one point she put her hand on mine and I couldn't help but shiver at the touch. Man, I was pathetic. But then again, it seemed like Sarah was affected as well. Either that or she was one hell of an actress.

Nine PM rolled around and Sarah gingerly dabbed her napkin to her mouth, before nodding. I sighed and nodded back.

"Don't worry, Chuck. Everything is going to be fine," she whispered. Then she took a deep breath—which did wonderful things to her dress—and shouted, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" causing the entire restaurant to turn towards me. "Not only do you cheat on me, but you cheat on me with my sister?"

"Baby, listen, I didn't..."

"SHUT UP!" she shrieked, grabbing her wine glass and hurtling the liquid at me at a frightening pace. The splash that followed silenced the entire restaurant.

"Sarah, please I never meant to..." She stormed off in a huff that was Academy Award worthy and I slumped in my seat. I would be lying if I said I didn't have fun with that one, even though she did most of the heavy lifting. The patrons started giving me surreptitious glances and disapproving looks so I faked embarrassment and slid out of my seat. With a bowed head I made my way towards the elevators, while Sarah sat down at the bar.

I pressed the button to the elevator as Casey sidled up to me. "Good job, Bartowski. You sold it quite well."

"It was mostly Sarah, but thanks anyways big guy."

He chuckled like it was obvious. "Of course. But still."

"Casey... did you just... compliment me?"

He gave an uneasy grunt and the doors of the elevator slid open. We stepped in and I heard someone's voice speak up. "Problems with your boyfriend?"

"Yeah you could say that," a saccharine voice replied. Her voice had taken on a sultry quality that I couldn't ignore. Uneasily, I grabbed my collar and tried to loosen a tie that wasn't there. Surely she knew what she was doing to me, right? Maybe on some kind of sick perverse level she enjoyed it. Seeing how she could make me squirm. I didn't know whether I found it to be extremely evil or arousing. Probably both.

"Keep it in your pants, Bartowski."

I glared at him but he just smiled back at me. Honestly, it looked a little scary. The doors slid open while Sarah made some more sultry talk and I groaned. Two seconds later, the feed stopped. "Oh, great, because of you being unable to handle Walker doing her job, she shut down her comms." Casey sighed.

"Should we go check on her?"

"Walker's a professional. She'll be fine."

I nodded and we came up to the door. Casey whipped his lock-pick set out of the leather roll and set to work. I was amazed that a hotel this fancy wouldn't have electronic locks, but rather old fashioned ones. But it proved to be better for us as Casey had the door open in no time.

I gasped when I entered the room. I'd seen some luxurious places during my stint as an asset whose screams of girlish terror pierced the night sky, but none quite stood up to this. A luxurious king-size bed stood firmly in the middle of the room, facing a TV that had me drooling. Dressers and closets were positioned around the room and even though I was no expert in art, I knew with a hundred percent certainty that there were several grandmasters adorning the room.

I looked through the room, focusing on every single object I could see, but nothing happened. Annoyed, I swiveled around when my eye fell on the light switch. The telltale feeling of memories that weren't mine hit me dead on. "Okay Casey, the light switch is used as a Morse code machine. Simply spell out the word SAFE and it should open up a hidden compartment somewhere."

The burly marine moved over to the light switch and flicked it up, down, up. In my head, I was talking along. "S..." He waited two seconds, before flicking the switch down and up, once again waiting after the up movement. "A..." He flicked it up and down in quick succession, before flicking it up, waiting a beat and flicking it down again. "F..." He finished with a single flick up and I could hear a beep below one of the paintings in the room. The little door swung open and inside was the safe we'd been looking for. "Casey, are you any good with safes?"

He laughed. "Only Walker is better as far as I know." The disdain that was there when we chased after Riordan Paine was completely gone. Who knew that Casey could actually care for his partners?

He set to work, silencing the room. I started fidgeting with the buttons on my shirt, looking down at the stain of wine with a grimace. Damn that woman and her control over me. Although I was sure that she wanted that control to bleed over in me actually staying in the car.

I activated the communication device and asked, "Sarah, what's your position?" I was met with silence. "Sarah?" I ventured again. "Casey, Sarah isn't responding."

"Give her some time, moron. She might be busy playing tonsil hockey with that FULCRUM dirt bag."

"Can you stop being such an asshole to me all the time?" I asked, annoyed. "I mean, you know I feel uncomfortable about those kinds of things and yet you continue to torment me about it."

He shrugged. "People cope with things differently. This is how I cope." The tumblers clicked into place and Casey let out a snicker in amusement. "I've still got it." We found the files we were looking for and quickly snapped the photographs that we could feed into the FBI. The entire procedure took around fifteen minutes, tops. Satisfied, we cleaned the room up and went back downstairs. "Walker, we're done. Time to end this and go home."

The feed remained silent.

"Walker?" he tried again and a horrible feeling bubbled up in my stomach. I turned towards him and I saw something I had never thought I would see before. Casey looked frightened. The doors dinged open and we rushed out, but when we arrived at the bar, Sarah's seat was taken by someone who was definitely not Sarah. I ran up to the bartender and flagged him down.

"Hey, what happened to the blonde sitting in that chair over there? Around 5'11, fair haired, blue eyes, blue dress."

"Sorry dude, she left with some guy," the bartender answered. "Shame you missed your chance though."

"Casey," I hissed, the panic seeping into my voice. "Sarah's gone with Lucien."

"Dammit," he whispered in reply.

"Oh, hey, by the way, are you uh... Charles Carmichael?"

My eyebrows rose up. Why would anyone know my alias? We were here under different names. "Uh, sure," I said as I saw Casey inching for his gun.

"Yeah, she did leave you a note bro. Hang on." He rummaged behind the bar and picked up a napkin. "Got it," he said before he passed it over to me. I devoured the writing, the flowing calligraphy so typically Sarah.

Dear Chuck,

I'm sorry I didn't get to say this earlier, but I love you. Please forget about me. I'm so very, very sorry.

Love,
Sarah

I gasped. What was this? I showed the note to Casey and his face actually became white. "We have some serious problems Bartowski."

"Why?"

"Because Walker would never knowingly admit she was compromised unless she was sure it was the last chance she got."

The implication sank down and I felt a pit forming in my stomach. This couldn't be happening. "We have to save her!" I shouted and Casey nodded, before grabbing his identification.

A quick flash later we were allowed access into the surveillance room. I fast forwarded the tape to where I saw Sarah sitting down at the bar. Her hand moved towards her watch which was when she killed the feed so I didn't have to hear her flirting and I felt sick to my stomach. If I hadn't made such a big deal, we would've heard her. We would've gotten there in time. She would still be here. But she wasn't.

Lucien chatted her up before another man walked up from behind and pressed a gun into Sarah's kidneys. I didn't see her face but her posture seemed relaxed. She spoke a few more words and Lucien nodded. She reached over, grabbed a napkin and a sharpie and wrote down what she thought were her final words. And she wrote them to me.

She nodded and they all got up. Lucien draped his hand around Sarah's shoulders and I felt my entire being tense up. Casey stepped forward and popped the disc out of the drive. "You've seen enough. Let's go Bartowski."

I could only nod, speechless by what I'd seen. Sarah had been made. She had been captured. And it was all my fault. There was no way this could be happening.

I blinked and I found myself sitting in the Ford while Casey sped through the city, racing to reach Castle. We had to inform the General of what had happened. All I could do was sit and stare, unable to pronounce even a word. My mind flashed to possible scenarios. The best case scenario was that she was already dead. The worst case scenario... well, I didn't want to think about that.

We screeched into the parking lot and ran to the Orange Orange. Casey busted through the door and ran to the freezer, punched in his code and headed down to the monitors. I was hot on his heels. We reached the computers and Casey popped in the disc, before uploading its contents to General Beckman. The telltale beep came a few seconds later and the diminutive woman stared at the camera in consternation. "What is this, Major?"

"General, Walker's been taken," he simply said, not an ounce of emotion on his face.

"I... see," the woman said and I could swear that I actually saw shock playing in her eyes. "I will launch an immediate rescue operation. And Major..."

"Yes ma'am."

"Make sure the asset doesn't go on a suicide mission to bring her back."

"What?" I shouted. "Are you saying I can't be involved with this mission?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying Mr. Bartowski. Major Casey, restrain the asset."

"Casey," I breathed, but it was too late. He pounced on me and before I knew what was happening, I was bent over the table and he applied zip cuffs to me. "Casey, no!" I shouted. "We have to save Sarah!"

"I've got it from here, General."

"Very well," she said before stabbing at the keys.

I started ranting and raving. "I can't believe you're doing this, Casey! Does she mean nothing to you? Is this all convenience for you?"

"Shut the hell up, Bartowski. Semper fi. We never leave a man behind. I just had to make sure that the General thought I was following orders, otherwise we'd have an NSA strike team barreling down on us in no time." He cut my zip ties and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Now," he said, "we go find Walker."

I nodded, and fell down in the chair, her declaration of love burning a hole in my pocket and her stain blooming on my shirt.

It wasn't too late. It couldn't be.


There are five chapters, hope you liked the first one. Thank you for reading. Leave a review if you like it.