Bleeding Sans Blood
A/N: C/B oneshot. After 2.15, Chuck drinks and reminisces. (I was going to say 'thinks', but then….drinks and thinks rhymes.)
She answered abruptly,
Roughly,
All I wanted to do was….be there?
Help you?
Care for you?
Provide you with
A shoulder to cry on?
Chuck finishes off the remains of his drink. The questions blossom like blood
On a white shirt.
Nurse you?
Hold you close?
Love you, unconditionally, without asking for anything?
You threw me away.
He feels like he has killed someone.
He has done worse.
He has killed someone and left them to live.
He has prised out the core and left a shell.
And he is sorry. Very,
Very,
Very,
Very
Sorry.
He asks for another drink,
Refraining from squeezing the waitress's ass
Like he usually would.
I didn't mind being your 'wife', but perhaps you didn't like the role of the drunk husband.
I didn't mind being your mother, but perhaps you didn't like the role of the stray child,
Conscience-as-Blair accuses.
I wanted to be your lover, but perhaps you don't love me.
He wants to stand up and scream, but he doesn't.
Because he loves Blair, and he neglected her, and now he is paying the price.
He is bleeding without any blood.