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Blair, pondering about her future, lay immobile. Afraid to wake the sleeping form next to her, Blair never shifted her body. She stared at the love of her life, reveling in the fact that he was asleep in her arms. He was in peace for the first time in days, and she had granted him that salvation. She thought back to earlier that day. Latching onto his arm, and confessing how she really felt. Being comforted by Cyrus afterwards. She had never imagined that today could end this way. Blair smiled, and finally allowed her body to relax. She hugged Chuck closer to her, and breathed in his scent. Her eyes closed on their own accord, and soon Blair was asleep.
Chuck awoke in Blair's room. Much to his regret, he remembered what happened earlier that night. His father was dead. His step-mother was a whore. And Blair Waldorf was in love with him. After all of the alcoholic beverages he had consumed that day, you would think that he would have trouble recollecting walking into her hotel, and pressing the button to her penthouse. You would think that Lily Van Der Bass' words would have escaped his mind. You would think with all of the tears he had shed that day that the vision of Blair's deep chocolate brown eyes when she told him she loved him, and meant it, would be clouded. Chuck didn't know how he was functioning today, but he was.
Chuck questioned the definition of functioning. Tonight, in his time of need, Chuck didn't think he could even breath if Blair was not their soothing him. Her arms were the only things keeping his body from just falling.
Chuck never saw Bart as his dad. Bart Bass was a father, a trust fund. He never appreciated Chuck, didn't even pretend to. Still, thinking about him now brought tears to Chuck's eyes. If he was a religious man, he would have believed that they were together in a better place. Chuck wasn't a religious man. Chuck was a broken man, who had killed his father. Another tally mark to add to his list.
Chuck absorbed Blair's arm over his waist. He snuggled closer to her, and took several deep breaths. He wanted to remember this moment. He needed to remember.
Blair had had the guts to tell him she loved him. The guts, or the insanity he wasn't sure which one. Chuck had lived knowing one thing all his life. he had killed his mother. The one person destined to love him, and he had killed her. Chuck wouldn't let Blair fall into his trap. She would survive. Even if it killed him. Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck. Could it really be that simple? He didn't seem to think so.
Chuck slowly got out of Blair's bed, careful not to disturb his sleeping beauty. He found her personal stationary, and began to gather his thoughts. Now, that everything is lost in the past, he doesn't remember what he wrote. If he had pondered on it for too long, Chuck would have reminded himself that this was the only place he belonged. With her. His pen was scribbling away, until finally his message was down on paper. He hoped that she would listen to him. Hoped that he had hurt her enough, and she would finally get a clue. He allowed himself to hope that she would ignore everything, and follow him to the end of the world.
He stopped in her doorway, and allowed himself to turn back, watch her. Her chest steadily moving up and down; her hair, usually so structured and in place, spread out about her pillow; her smile, how somehow she knew he wasn't there anymore. Chuck started out the door again, simply pausing to say one last thing.
"I love you, Blair."
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