A/N: This is a drabble-y ficlet that's like a introspective on Blair and her social isolation after Thin Line… Not much to say, just had to get it out there. Enjoy! R&R! Thanks. –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own GG.
Solitude Is Deafening
Silence.
It was not something Blair had experienced often. Usually her life consisted of meticulously planned chaos. Parties, Galas, Balls. People dancing, people laughing, people drinking. It amounted to so much noise in ones head that they could not think properly.
Silence.
Blair was not taking to it well. This wasn't even quiet. This was emptiness. She never thought she would welcome the obnoxious clamor that was high society life. But this, this was deafening.
Silence.
Blair could tolerate the loneliness, the absence of her so-called friends. She could handle the loss of her high standing at Constance—until she was able to seek her revenge and regain her position. The pressure of this empty, silence, solitude, on her head, however, was tormenting her.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
She was going crazy. Slowly, surely…her sanity was slipping.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.