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Little blue box (Chuck)

WARNINGS: Little shorter, yelling but otherwise enjoyyyyyyyyy🌸

Imagine: Chuck is your boyfriend but you have no idea that he is god.

"Chuck!" You raise your voice at the man. " Chuck!" You yelled as he shuffled around shoving things and putting things into bags. " Chuck Shurley answer me!" All motion stops as he gives you a dad glance. " I have to go Y/n." You were upset, angry, but of all just confused. He came home from a work trip and just started packing. " What's going on? Where are you going?" You beg, just looking for an answer . He continues to shuffle around the room looking for belongings. " Chuck please, what did I do?" He stops. He then gives a small chuckle and mumbles. " Why do you humans always do that? Why do you always make it about yourself? " He sounded upset and you didn't know why. " What are you talking about? I must have done something why else would you be leaving?" You ask moving towards him but he shifts around.

" You didn't do anything. I was the one who made a big mistake. Now I have to pay the price to fix it." You try to keep up but this just furthers questions. "Did-did you cheat?" You shake. " No, oh geez no, nothing like that. " You sigh. " Then what Chuck? You're talking in riddles." He takes your hands into his. " I'm not who said I was-"

" -But that's okay we can get through it." You butt in. " No listen, I'm someone very bad and I've done some dry bad things: I have to fix my mistakes. I have to go and I probably won't be back for a really long time." You give a solemn look of despair. " I don't understand.." you whisper. He pulls you into his chest and lets his head sit on top of yours. " I haven't ever felt about someone like this before. Come to think about it not even Asmara." That was his sister, at least that what he had told you. " I love you." You mumble into his now tear soaked shirt. " I- I.....I have to go." He kisses the top of your head and goes out the way he came in.

You stand in that spot as you turn towards the now empty closet that was yours. You get spun around and caught off guard as he kisses you passionately. " Be safe, okay y/n?" You nod and he leaves through the door that you know will be the last time he enters from.

You have nothing better to do so you grab your phone and scroll through the thousand some pictures of the two of you that you had kept over the last three years. You smile through your tears at the silly ones you had taken of him when he was eating or when he was talking and you just hadn't of been paying attention.

You scroll up to the top and there it is. The first day you met him.

*Flashback*

You jog down the busy street of Manhattan and push past people who weren't paying attention. You jog for a good mile before you see a guy who seemed to have dropped some papers. You stop to help only to notice the guitar on his back and this- was sheet music. "Uh, here you go." You say handing it back to him. "Thanks." You nod and smile and continue on with your jog.

Awhile later you decided to take a walk in Central Park. You then managed to see the same man from before playing a beautiful song. You stand from a distance and see that no one had been paying attention. When the song finished you saw him smile with accomplishment. You sneak up. " You're really great, what you played was gorgeous." He nods and gives a quizzical glance. " You're the girl who helped me before, right?" You give a shy smile. " Uh yeah. Y/n" You offer your hand and he takes it returning the smile. "Chuck."

*End of flashback *

You remember that you guys had gone for tea because he didn't like coffee. You scroll through the pictures for what seems like forever. You look around to the now empty house and though there were materials that remained it felt so big and abandoned. Your eyes wander to your hands were the engagement he had naught nearly a year ago was neatly sat.

He had proposed at the same place in Central Park where you had meet and had you're first date at. He drew a crowd near and got down on one knee to say, " Will you marry me? Please say yes because I'm slowly sinking in the mud." That he was, because it had rained for the last week or so he happened to actually be sinking. You giggle at he memory but then your eyes wander finally over to the little rectangle box that sat on the desk.

Inside a little stick marked with two lines.