With Flowers in Her Hair
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Summary: Perfect doesn't exist. But it's just better to pretend that it does.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or that failure of a season premiere.
AN: This is something I just decided to write. I haven't written a oneshot in a while, and my multi-chapter fics are driving me nuts right now. I've actually wanted to write full-on Nate/Blair for a while (not because I like them, obviously), but this came out, and it's more Chuck/Blair than anything. I hope you enjoy it!
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It wasn't supposed to be this way.
"Please don't do this."
His voice interrupts the perfection.
She looks absolutely beautiful, in the only way she can (with him, of course). That fake smile is becoming more convincing; only he can see how plastic it is.
She doesn't ask why she shouldn't, because there are many reasons. She knows them all.
"I have to." And somehow, she does. She has to be that person that everyone's jealous of.
It's who she wants to be.
"Why him?" He won't argue with her anymore, because it's all over. She's chosen him like he knew she would.
"It's easy." That's the truth.
He was always so hard to deal with.
"It's perfect," Like venom, it spills from his lips. It's a horrible word, and it sickens them both.
Perfect doesn't exist.
"Yes," It's all she can muster without her smile fading. It's not the time to confess feelings. He's not supposed to be here and she's not supposed to feel this way.
But she does. She's only human.
"We could have been this," He looks straight into her reflection. She turns away from the mirror and refuses to look at him.
"We never would have been this…" She counters softly. "This is…"
Everything we're not.
He doesn't say anything for a while, just stares into the mirror. She looks back at her reflection.
There are flowers in her hair. Perfectly arranged apple blossoms.
Apple blossoms stand for promises. Ironic.
He's brave enough to finally approach her. She turns away from the mirror to gaze at him, words left unsaid. What could have been lies on her tongue, and it'll remain there.
"It was fun while it lasted, Bass," She gives him a sad smile while she adjusts his bowtie.
He reaches down to kiss her cheek. A petal delicately falls from her and slowly lands on the floor, a sign of the flaw that he's made her.
Broken promises.
He backs away and leaves her for the last time.
They could have been something imperfect.
She examines her reflection once more and frowns at her smudged lipstick.
She had to let him go.
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Promises. She makes them slowly, to the boy with blue eyes and blonde hair, the boy she was supposed to be with from the beginning.
He was just a flaw, they'd all say. That Bass boy was just there to ruin her.
And once all the promises were said, she wasn't the same. A different person came to take her place.
She was flawless and completely dependent. It was all wrong.
He stares at her as she says her famous last words. Promises she should have made to him. But instead, he stood behind the man who would finally have her.
It was finally over.
Blair Waldorf is gone, and Blair Archibald emerges.
Her husband smiles like he owns her.
Maybe he does.
She's been branded with his name.
Blair Waldorf-Bass sounds better.
She doesn't leave with the one she wants, but the one she gets.
He watches in the shadows, amidst the flower petals toppled on the newlyweds. She walks away a new woman.
She turns one last time to face him, looking for that familiarity she always desired.
Someday.
Always.
And then she's gone.
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fin