Summary: It was a cruel way of life to bring us back together only to show us that in the end we were meant to be together
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl, or any of its characters
A/N: A huge thanks to Abby, who beta'd this one-shot. She did a fantastic job.
We were once in love, no one could deny that. I was your princess, you were my prince. Like every little girl in love, I dreamed about our wedding day and you liked that.
We were both dreamers.
As years past by we tried to hold on based on the vision we once had when we were little. We always thought that we were meant to be together and had to stay together no matter what.
We called it destiny.
We cramped ourselves by thinking that there couldn't have been someone else for us, although sometimes we doubt it. But life decided to give us an acid test. It dragged us through betrayal, lies and hurt – we didn't survive.
We went our own ways without each other, but still stayed friends. You moved on with my best friend, while I moved on with yours. It was like life wanted to show us that there were other possibilities outside of us together. That there were other people out there who cared about us and could love us. We experienced a new kind of love and forgot about what we'd once had without a problem.
I loved him as much as you loved her. Everything felt right and we knew it was. I knew that he was the one for me and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. And the way you looked at her I was sure you felt the same about her. We never regretted our decision to not stay together anymore, because we each found our true soul-mates in different people.
On your wedding day I was her bridesmaid. On my wedding day you were his best man. You made her happy, the way I made him happy. Life couldn't be better for us and somehow we were always connected. Not only because we were friends, but also because our significant others were step-siblings and worked together.
They were on the flight back from their business trip, when the news reached us. Horrible news, which shocked us and left us broken inside.
It was at the age of 27 when we were left behind as widow and widower. Me from my beloved husband, whom you called your brother, and you from your beloved wife, whom I called my sister. The pain in our hearts never seemed to heal.
I didn't know how to explain to my 6 year old little boy what had happened to his daddy, because I couldn't explain it to myself in the first place. After the tragedy you helped me with Jamie as much as you could. You loved children and were excited to have some of your own.
When my best friend told you some years ago that she wasn't capable of giving birth to children, I could see your dream to create a family slowly breaking in pieces. You shrugged it off without batting an eyelash, because you loved her too much to let this confession ruin your marriage. I admired you for that.
Their funeral, the worst day in our lives, was too much for me. I collapsed in your arms and asked God over and over again why this had to happen. You held me tight and tried to calm me down, although you felt as bad as I did. We knew we had to be there for each other, because only we could feel the pain that we both shared.
Two years later we dared to love each other again after all these years. Our hearts never completely healed from our losses, but it was easy to be around someone who had experienced the same stroke of fate.
It was a cruel way of life to bring us back together only to show us that in the end we were meant to be together, always have…always will.
A/N: That was my first try on NB and I hope you liked it. :)