Happy Birthday, Kathryn! :)
Happy Birthday, Kathryn!!
Thank you so much for being one of the most incredible and amazing friends I could have ever hoped to meet on here. You're just brilliant, always there to comment when I need guidance or feel crappy. Hope you have a fantastic birthday hun, because you sure deserve it! LU heaps! :)
title: until the end of time
rating: g
pairings/characters: ned/chuck, chuck
words: 511
notes: not spoilerish for anything past the first three episodes. for kathryn (
lostforhouse), of course. ♥
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Life. An odd word. Yet one that Chuck was contemplating more with each day she spent with Ned.
Not many people could say that they had had a second chance at life: in the most literal sense of the phrase.
She lay in bed, her face turned towards the bare wall beside her. In the dark, she reached up until her fingertips grazed against the smooth wallpaper and she let her thoughts drift to the man sleeping on the other side. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, between a state of awaken and sleep, she would press her palm against wallpaper, cool and soothing against her hand, and imagine that his hand was there on the other side.
A second chance at life.
Was she making the most of it? She squinted to gaze around the room, sitting up a little in the bed. Lodging in Ned’s apartment - but for how long? She lay back again and pulled the covers right up under her jaw, curling the top around her fist like she’d always done since she was a little girl.
At her aunt’s she had begun to realise: she wasn’t a person who could stay in one place for a long period of time.
Her life always had an undercurrent of uncertainty (insecurity). Uncertainty of the future and whether or not she would even be in the same place the next day.
What kind of life was this that she had now? She couldn’t even touch Ned. Was it worth being alive for this? She’d finally found someone she could imagine herself settled with but barrier after barrier stood in their way.
Yet something kept her here. Where she would normally have booked a flight to another state purely on impulse, she stayed. And she knew that the reason behind her out of character behaviour was lying in the next room blissfully unaware as he slept.
How long had she been with him? A few months, she supposed. They could not and would not ever touch and this thought always pained her greatly. For how long would she be able to cope with such a situation? And yet, here she stayed.
She had never fallen in love this fast before (yes, she could admit that it was love) but she supposed if she could make decisions about where-to-next in less than a minute, she could just as soon fall in love even quicker. And in reality, she hadn’t actually been in love, really in love, before now.
We, us, them. Words like these fluttered through her mind on a daily basis. Would they be able to handle the obstacles that hindered their love?
Sometimes she would wonder how it was possible that a couple of months with him could change her entire modus operandi in life. But then she would remember that he could bring the dead back to life at the touch of a finger and she’d have to laugh. Anything was possible with Ned.
And every time she thought this, she knew that they would be alright.
fin.