A/N: I'm feeling angsty and miserable and the promo isn't making me feel any better. Either B does another awful thing pushing Chuck even farther away, or Chuck does something awful to her for what she did to him. Regardless it's just gonna keep getting worse and worse, even if it is only for another episode or so. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. This is just a really short snippet from B's POV for the next episode, right after he told her she was no longer invited to his club opening. *gulp* CB? *sigh*

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She wasn't invited.

Blair Waldorf wasn't invited to something.

But it wasn't just that, she told herself. It was more than that. She knew it was more than that. She didn't have to try and convince herself of anything. This was it. This was the end, and she felt she had never done anything worse in the entire world.

Not sleeping with Jack, not getting back with Nate, not even the worst thoughts she could have ever dreamed up.

She could only imagine what this was doing to him, what it was going to continue to do to him. And she wanted to blame him for everything, but all she ended up doing was blaming herself.

Chuck disinvited her.

He had been trying for weeks, months it seems to get some sort of business deal, and he had—finally, with that hotel of his. Now he was opening a club. In the hotel or in some other place she couldn't recall, but he was finally going somewhere, doing something he really wanted to do, and she had always thought she would be by his side when it happened.

But she wasn't.

She was disinvited.

He didn't trust her anymore, he didn't respect her, because he thought she didn't trust or respect him.

It was all over.

Well, she knew it wasn't all over. She knew this wasn't the end of them, truly. But it seemed like it. Oh God did it seem like it. Every waking moment when she was without him she just ended up thinking what a horrible girlfriend and friend and everything in between she had been to him for that stupid speech that she hadn't even ended up doing in the end.

Sigh.

This fight felt like it was lasting forever.

Lily had said all he would need to do was lick his wounds and that she could talk to him the next morning and everything would be fine.

Those weren't her exact words of course, but they were close enough.

Would he ever stop being mad at her? Would he ever relent and decide that she had apologized and he did still love her, so that was enough?

She didn't know, but it seemed impossible that that could ever be enough.

She would spend the day without him, the week without him, a freaking holiday—Halloween—without him. And without him, what did she have really? None of the scandal she had created had been worth it, even if she had given the speech, it wouldn't have—she wouldn't have—

It was over.

Her mind was spinning.

She didn't know what to do or where to go and all she could think about was Chuck. She knew this was all her fault and even if he did forgive her soon enough, it would never be as soon as she needed it to be. And he would never fully—

Well, she didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think about any of this and how she was going to live with herself until he decided she was worthy of him again. Maybe he would decide she didn't deserve him because of what had happened. Maybe that he couldn't handle her—didn't really know her?

Everything was just so complicated, and yet completely simple.

Blair Waldorf had screwed up with Chuck Bass. It had been him who had been so afraid of messing the beautiful thing that they had going—he feared he would be the one to tear it all apart and send it crashing to the ground.

But it wasn't him, it was her.

It was an afterthought, but she knew she could've gone to him with her situation and he would have been more than happy to supply any request she needed. She wouldn't have had to manipulate him then. They would be in a much better place, and maybe she would have even gotten to do the speech.

Remember I'm Chuck Bass, and I love you.

Well, maybe he did love her but he despised her right now. He was achieving his first real victory as a businessman, his first proud achievement, and he didn't want her there. He didn't want her anywhere near him. Because, for the moment at least, what she had done was unforgivable.

She didn't trust him, she didn't respect him, and he refused to believe otherwise.

As long as that was the sole, serious belief in the mind of Chuck Bass, she was an insect. Something that he didn't want to touch and almost wanted it to be slaughtered.

Blair Waldorf was not coming near Chuck Bass.

He didn't want her around when he achieved things she would have been proud of him for.

Because how was he to know she even respected him enough to be proud of him in the first place? Why would he want someone like that around him?

He wouldn't want her around period, for anything.

Tears. Lots of them. They flooded out of her eyes and against her pale, dry skin.

"I'm losing him…" she sniffled, and a huge gasp escaped her as the meaning of those words engulfed the pounding of her heart.

I'm losing him. I'm losing him. I'm losing him.

He doesn't want me.

I'm losing him.

We're done.

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A/N: Okay, I know. SUPER depressing. *sigh* But I'M super depressed at the moment. The episode killed me, and somehow I knew I'd be writing a one-shot on it. Next week's promo just looks awful, how he pushes her aside. I mean, I'm sure they'll fix this soon, since the writers have promised us they'll be a couple and stay a couple this season, but…*sigh* I just want to cry and huddle into a corner and never do another thing until they've figured anything out. This was B's POV based on the promo following that harsh statement Chuck made to her. No spoilers included.