AN: Dark fic, deals with death and suicide. Inspired by Lord Byron's Manfred. I know the prologue is short, but the second chapter is much longer.
Blair had always captivated him - she was the perfect mixture of beauty, sarcasm, and deviousness. More than that, she was intelligent and much kinder than he could ever be. She kept him grounded and real. Without her he was lost; lost in the world and the darkness that attempted to consume him.
"You know, I was right," a voice said smugly.
Chuck turned around to see the familiar, albeit distorted, figure before him. He felt the bile rising in the back of his throat. She wasn't really there. She couldn't be. She was just a figment of his imagination. A ghost trapped in time, while he grew older. Ten years. She had died ten years before; leaving him as if it were her last slap in the face.
"You were always right," he finally answered.
Blair laughed softly to her self as she sat down, crossing her legs once she was situated.
Chuck's bedroom had hardly changed in the last ten years; in fact, the only thing different about the room was the bed spread and sheets. The room had stood still after her death - his shrine to a dead lover. The dust covered picture frames were still where they had been during their last fight. The sticky note that Blair had placed on the mirror the morning before it happened lay on the dresser in the same spot it had been for nine years.
"It took you long enough to admit it. Though, you're probably just patronizing me because I'm dead, right?"
"Blair, please…" he said, his voice uncharacteristically weak. He was Chuck Bass, he should not sound like some brokenhearted fool - like someone who had lost part of himself. But he had.
"I'm not Chuck Bass without you."
He shuddered. Chuck Bass was not supposed to be weak or reduced to seeing the ghost of his dead girlfriend. "Blair," he began to say, but she was gone. She never stayed. She would always haunt him, but never stay. "I miss you…"
The day Blair Waldorf was buried, Chuck stopped caring. Lily had taken over his hotel and other businesses. Lily made sure Chuck ate at least twice a day because drinking on an empty stomach would make him sick. Lily kept him alive, but not living. He couldn't live while Blair decayed in the cold ground.
Slowly, Chuck made his way to his bar, pouring himself another drink.
On February 19, 2015, everything important had been taken from Chuck - including himself.
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