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A/N: Written for Challenge #229 ~ Fall at femslash100.
A/N2: First of all – what the heck did I just write? Honestly, the first line's been bugging me all week long and I wasn't sure who or what it's meant for. When I finally decided on Blair/Serena, it still didn't clarify it any! So, if anyone's confused by this drabble, I'm right with you. If anyone wants to venture a guess at what my muse has bullied me into writing, please do so. Putting that aside, if you like/dislike this drabble – or if you just want to tell me to write less confusing drabbles next time, or whatever else that comes across your mind after/during reading this drabble, please REVIEW to do so. Cheers.
It is only during those first few moments of partial awareness when night begins to melt into day, or perhaps during those late night hours when deliberate ignorance is (can be) considered the norm, that Blair allows herself and thus, by extension, Serena a modicum of freedom (to act, to feel).
It is only then that the things that are not said and the things that are not done become the only things that matter. Everything (and anything) is magnified, becomes overwhelming and almost suffocating – the hurts go deep inside and the flicker of otherwise (both of them refuse to name what otherwise could, should be – or what it really is) goes even deeper.
When the inky blackness of the night gives way, they fall away – as if burned, as if guilty – only to gravitate back towards each other. Then the sun rises and the cycle begins all over again.