Results of Self Destruction
Summary: The choices they have made will lead each one of them towards an unwinding path of self destruction. This is no fairy tale. There are no happy endings. Don't say I never warned you. C/B/N/S/D
Rating: T for langauge and mature content.
Desclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl the show would still be on air, unfortunately I don't. So filler stories will have to do. ;
Chapter 1
The year was 2019. The crowds and masses of people were gathered in the conventional church. Solemn whispers could be heard ringing in every pew. All eyes were upon the brunette hanging her head low in the first row, arms tightly around her young son. Questions and rumors sprung on the fact that she was not crying. Not a single tear shed for her young husband lying in the front of the church, in a closed casket on her request. She only held onto her son tightly, ignoring those around here.
"I heard she was home when it happened."
"Their son found him."
"I hear the child isn't even his."
Times may have changed, but their lives remain the same. Gossip Girl was simply replaced with the Perez Hilton. Innocent gossip were now deadly rumors. There was no way to escape. Blair Waldorf sighed heavily. For once she wanted all the attention to be on anyone but herself.
"Mom, why is everyone looking at us?" Her 4 year old son looked up at her with piercing brown eyes.
"Just ignore them darling." She tucked the stray strands on dark brown hair behind her son's ear.
The ceremony lasted for what seemed to be an eternity. As they took the casket away, she stood up to follow. She was carrying her son in her arms. His head rested on her shoulders as she tried hard to keep balance on her 6 inch heels. As the doors swung open to reveal a black hearse waiting at the curb, Blair was taken back by the bright sunlight. It was such a beautiful day. Shame.
"Blair, honey, let me take him home." Eleanor offered as she approached Blair, "He's had a long day; you're not going to take him to the burial, are you?"
Blair looked at her son, drifting off in her arms before handing him over to her mother.
"I'll see you at home." Eleanor says, hopping into a black limo.
"Come on Blair, our limo's waiting." Her father rested his hand on her back, guiding her towards to car. Roman was on the other side of her, helping guid her along.
The ride to the cemetery became a silent one. Despite the persistence of his father's request he be buried in Connecticut Blair insisted to bury her husband in New York.
As they walked towards the casket and grave Blair hesitated, "You guys go on, I want to stay behind. Watch it from here."
"Blair are you sure?"
"Today has been to much, I just need some air." She replies cooly, offering a sincere smile.
Her father and Roman gave her an understanding nod before walking away. She remained close enough to see, but far enough to be out of sight.
"Not a single tear?" a familiar voice called out mockingly, "What happened to all those acting classes your mother paid for?"
She turned around to be greeted by a handsome face smirking at her.
She felt for the first time that day an overwhelming sadness. Tears filled her eyes to the brim. He smiled sadly before pulling her into a hug.
"Not here." She argued, pulling away.
"Why not?"
"My husband just died you idiot." She punched him lightly on the arm.
He leaned in for a kiss that she gave in and returned with equal hunger. His hands roamed the back of her body freely.
Blair sighed, pulling away to stand beside him, hands intertwined. She rested her head on his shoulders and watched on as they lowered the casket before a glistening sunset.
"Where did we go wrong?" she sobbed.