A/N: My first fic. I'm a huge Chuck and Blair fan. As much as I LOVE Chuck, I'm better at writing a female's POV. So I wrote Blair's. Tell me what you think!
Obviously, I don't own anything!
An electric chill ran up and down her spine. It spread across her chest and down her arms. It slithered up her throat, stopping the scream she tried to emit. It mingled with the fear that had permanently settled in the pit of her stomach. She wished she could make the feeling stop. She wished she could rake her nails over her burning skin until it bled the feeling out. She wished. Oh, how she wished! But her wishes were in vain. It wasn't her hands that her body craved.
Sometimes she imagined that he was right in front of her. That if she could just stretch her fingers a little bit more she would touch him. She reached and reached. There he was! Only an inch more. Just when she was going to get what she truly craved, he started to walk away. All she could see was his back retreating from her.
In these moments, her longing was unbearable. She wished he would turn around. His strong jaw, his dark eyes. That is what she wanted to see, not his back forever out of her reach.
Did he feel this way about her too? Did he crave her to a point of desperation? Did he stay awake for fear that he would see her haunting him when he slept?
Oh, if only she could feel his arms around her one more time. If only she could stop time and create a tiny forever within his arms. She'd trade anything to get that chance.
She can clearly recall the look in his eyes before their lips first met. She can still remember precisely how his lips moved when he confessed his love. No one else had looked at her the way he did. No other's words had reverberated through her body the way his did. She realized now that no one else ever would look at her that way. Three words would never sound the same coming from someone else's lips.
His love hurt her. His love bruised her. His love satisfied her. His love healed her. Their love would never be painless. It would never be easy. They were magnetic, though. What a fool she was to think that she could let him go! She would never be free of their shared passion. The electricity that coursed through her veins was his energy reminding her that they were inevitable. Hold on, darling. One day I'll turn around.