This is my first story so be gentle ! It's too short I know , I'm planning on writing more chapters..Sooo here it goes ! I was too frustrated about the last episode (the mask) i decided to write a story which can make us remember why Chuck and Sarah belongs together ..I must say ; I hate Hannah..sorry fans but it's nothing personal! I just don't like this girl who came out of nowhere , being Chuck's girlfriend and making us return to the beginning once again when we believed everything was going to be ok finally! Ohh , anyway here is the first the way , PLEASE REVIEW!!!
A/C= I do NOT own Chuck!
That was it. She always knew that moment would come one day ,but while standing there waiting for the certain end was still unacceptable. She always thought about the scenario in her head . Sometimes it was a bad guy who was 6.3 feet with a dark face , sometimes it was an innocent looking guy who you could see on a street and never suspect him to be a bloody murderer, she saw in her dreams that would kill her without even blinking.
She closed her eyes ,waiting the loud gun voice to fill the air. She clenched her jaw and got ready for the dull pain. The wind was blowing gently , leaving a pleasant feeling on her cheeks. When her eyes got used of the darkness, an image filled her soul ; a boy with warm brown eyes and brown hair. The painful truth poked her hidden heart suddenly. She felt the tears shaping when she uttered one last word: "Chuck"…
The gun voice captured the silence , making Sarah shiver slightly. She waited for the dull pain to show up, hoping it wouldn't last long and make everything harder for her. She stood there for a few seconds which was like eternity to her. When she finally found the courage to open her eyes , her eyes blinked in surprise. Why, she thought while looking at the astonishing view in front of her. She felt happy for a moment for being alive, confused for the shocking fact she's looking at and pleased that she was looking at the person she was dying to see, she couldn't help but smiled in her head to the irony. Dying to see him. Gazing over his gentle curls and widened mocha eyes, she repeated the truth to herself ; I love him…with my all.
As her gaze went down , in spite of truth being so clear ,her eyes searched for anything which proved wrong. She looked at him from his head to his feet a couple of times to perceive the truth unwillingly. She found her lips moving and spilling one simple word; "Chuck?". Her voice was foreigner to even her own ears , shaking and clueless from her casual confident voice. He lifted his sharp gaze on her , his face softening at the sight of her. He didn't say anything but he didn't need to…Sarah knew what it meant to him, what this was causing him. He set his glance on the dead body between them again, this time let a deep sigh set free from his mouth. Sarah saw the desperation in his eyes, the fainting of his usual brightness and leaving two misty brown eyes filled with confusion. She took a step next to him ,getting closer to him and the corpse. She hid the urge to hug him tightly, she strengthened her back and put on her mask which was the real Agent Walker, her perfect , emotionless self-image. She avoid her real self's curses about her betrayal just like she did for 3 years, since the day she met Chuck.
