Disclaimer: No, I do not own Chuck or Sarah or anything like that, and no, I am not making off this. You should know that by now.
A/n: Alright, this will be my second Chuck fic. Yahoo! Not much preamble here. All you need to know is that takes place after the kiss but before they discover Bryce is alive. Chuck first, then Sarah's thoughts. (P.S. Thanks to gambitarchangel
for alerting me that there's a new Chuck catergory! YAY!)
Why'd you kiss me, Sarah?
If it's all fake, if it's all just a job, just work, just a chore you're getting paid to do.
If you didn't mean it, if you don't feel anything towards me – anything at all, if all those moments I thought we had were just good acting on your part.
If you love Bryce so much, if you would rather be with him, if he was alive.
Then why'd you kiss me, Sarah?
Because it was real and it can't be, Chuck.
Because you've gotten into me, because it no longer feels like a job, like work, like a chore I'm getting paid to do.
Because I did mean it, because I feel a lot of things towards you that I shouldn't, because those moments really did happen when I let my guard slip, when I prayed I could just be normal.
Because Bryce is gone, because I'd rather have you, because you're here for me, now and always.
Because I couldn't die without you knowing this.
Because it was real and it can't be, Chuck.
A/n: There we are! Short, yes. But a quick diversion from the Week of Evil (aka Final Projects Week). Reviews appreciated!