Okay so this is my first ever fanfiction, or written piece that wasn't ordered by a teacher in High school, so be critical, but nice. Also English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes.
Disclaimer: No I surprisingly do not own Chuck. :p (Wish I did)
Chuck vs The Beautiful eyes
It's been six months, 180 days, 4320 hours, 259200 seconds
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A sharp cry takes Chuck from his mind wonderings. Walking towards the bedroom he hears another cry, picking up speed he races through the door, 3 more steps and he has her in his arms, his sunshine, his life as he whisper sweet words and embraces her and looking once again into those beautiful blue eyes. He feels a small passing fragment of peace. The only thing take keeps him from losing himself...
12 months ago she had come into his life
6 months ago she became his whole life
There were absolutely no doubt he would never forget those 2 so different and reality changing nights of his life. How could those moments that happened so fast be carved in his memory so vividly, a few hours, just a few seconds, but the amount he remembers clearly will be subject to years of thoughts, endless hours of smiles, tears, fears, happiness, destruction but never absolution.
Nevertheless one thing always remained the same, those beautiful blue eyes.
Samantha Eleanor Bartwoski, daughter of Charles and Sarah Bartowski.
Beautiful blue eyes and caramel hair, his baby girl would definitely break hearts. He remembered Sarah saying so
And Sarah, he smiles thinking, Sarah was always right, well SHE could do anything.
There are currently 78 stars etched on CIA's Memorial Wall.
She could do almost anything just not cheat death.
Sarah Bartowski
Beloved daughter
Cherished wife
Irreplaceable mother
HE couldn't do anything else but to live. SHE should know better…
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He would live.
When Sammy became a women not like many, but just like her mother and the clock started to slow its pace. When SHE would not kick his ass for leaving their little girl alone.
His seconds would finally stop ticking and as the watch hands marked its last stroke he would close his eyes.
And maybe find his absolution, his salvation. Those first, blue eyes.
His Sarah
Sorry if it's somewhat (actually realllllly) depressing. No one would remember romeo and juliet if it wasn't a tragedy, or at least, that what my teacher used to say.
PLEASE REVIEW. you can't see it but this is me begging.