Faded
By: RavenHeart101
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Charmed.
Summary: He kept on reassuring them with his eyes and the small smile. "It's alright, it's alright. I'm not really going, it's all right." That line was repeating over and over again in his youth-less eyes. She broke down at the unfairness of it all.
A: N- We had to write character thingy's for English. I decided to do one for Chris. I thought, what the heck! Let's put it up and see what people think of it! Your opinions would be nice. Thank you in advance!
Warnings: Character death, drabble, spoliers I guess... for Season Six.
He wasn't a very tall man, more medium height. His limbs were slightly lanky, covered in a shirt that she could tell was worn and used many and many times over. The shirt was a deep red, as red as the blood that was pouring out of the wound in his chest. His deep blue jeans were as faded as his sea green eyes. She was sure that no one had ever really seen him cry. He was as tough as the war had allowed him to become. She remembered briefly that the way his father was holding him was probably the same way he had held his mother. His chestnut hair was matted against his forehead. His eyes just kept on fading and fading, fading as much as the memories that he didn't want to remember. A small smile graced his lips, as if this was the happiest he had ever been in his life. He kept on reassuring them with his eyes and the small smile. "It's alright, it's alright. I'm not really going, it's all right." That line was repeating over and over again in his youth-less eyes. She broke down at the unfairness of it all. He had done so much, he deserved so much! He was just beginning to let them know about him and they were taking him away. After all they had done! His eyes just faded, and faded into nothing. His father collapsed onto the bed that used to hold his youngest son, and he cried and cried and cried into the faded red T-shirt. Faded just as the memories they had of him.