Disclaimer: I DONT own Charmed, 'cuz if I did then Chris wouldn't have died and neither would Bianca. Hope its not too vague 'cuz after all: "A vague disclaimer is nobodies friend!"
Now, this is a one-shot poem thingy about Chris's memories with Wyatt b4 and after he turned…EEEVIIILLL O.O
ONTO THE STORY! YAAAAAAAY!
Remember when we played games?
When did the games become war tactics?
Remember when we told jokes to each other?
When did those jokes become death threats?
Remember when we sparred and practiced?
When did those spars become real fights?
Remember when we had an unbreakable brotherhood?
When did it break?
Remember when we had a close bond?
When did that bond become a weakness?
Remember all the good times we had?
The vanquishing, the sports, the potions, and the foods we made together?
The innocence, the hope, and the joy?
WHAT HAPPENED TO US?