Blair walked down the narrow streets of Paris, knowing just what she was looking for.
Ah.
It was there in the window, there that she saw it. Blair quickly made her way into the shop and browsed before making a selection. She sat down at a table and silently bit into her butter croissant. She closed her eyes and inhaled the delicious waft of the pastry. It was pure bliss. It was what she had been looking for all morning.
Normally, Blair would chastise herself for this type of food behavior, but right now she couldn't have cared less. This was her last day in Paris before she returned to the more favorable, and possibly less depressing, Manhattan. However, Blair had plans to make her way out to the Hamptons. She needed to see Serena desperately, and all she could think of was getting out of the city that reminded her of that...Chuck Basstard. Of course, he had abandoned her at the helipad and she had flown to Tuscany alone. It was a beautiful city, of course, but she couldn't have stood one day longer there than she had to. Even the associate she had met on the plane ride over had fallen flat. They had gone out for drinks, but Blair had gotten extremely wasted and he had put her in a taxi back to a hotel. After a night in an expensive hotel, she had moved on to France to see her father and Roman. But Paris was the city of love and Blair felt sick every time she stepped out of her father's chateau and spotted a couple in love.
Blair snorted and looked around. At the table on her left was a couple that was leaning across the table and looking intensely at each other. The man was playing with the woman's dark, wavy hair and admiring her glowing skin as she caressed his hallow cheek and got lost in his deep brown eyes. Blair felt sick and turned away. Instead, she looked down at her pastry again. She shoved it away from herself before paying the bill and hoisting her leather bag onto her white shoulder. She hadn't spent much time outside, preferring her mourning to be done in the cover of her room with Cat and a bottle of scotch. She had never liked scotch, but it reminded her of him, and then she had needed to remember him, to know why she was mourning. As soon as those memories got too painful, she had switched to stronger, flavored vodka. Her father had been worried and invited her to golf and go shopping multiple times, but she just wasn't in the mood.
She sighed and opened her bag, searching around for her sunglasses and the directions to the small shop she had planned on visiting before she left. She pulled out the dark sunglasses and covered her face in them, then started walking down the narrow street and made a left, a right, and then three more lefts. Paris only looked large. To her, it appeared as the inside of her room, the bottom of a scotch bottle, a French café on the corner, and the video store close to her father's chateau where she rented her Audrey Hepburn movies. She would have brought them, except she hadn't thought she'd be watching movies on this trip. Blair shuddered and continued walking, seeking out the small shop she had never visited before.
Blair never would have entered this shop of her own free will before the summer. But Blair was a different person now that the summer had come. She was more open, more carefree, but she held a burden that followed her everywhere and which expressed itself of its own volition through sighs and the dark circles under her eyes from sleepless nights and too many bottles of vodka.
The bell that was attached to the door rang as she entered the shop and woke her out of her thoughts. She shuffled over to the counter, requesting what she had put on hold here two months before, but had never picked up. She stood stock still in the center of the shop, trying not to lean on anything so as not to get her white attire dirty. Finally, the owner came back and handed her the black box, she paid for it, smiled and waved goodbye.
Merci. Au revoir.
She felt like she was saying it to the whole city.
Thanks, but goodbye.
Ok, well this is just a small teaser of a story I've been playing around with. Please, please, please tell me if you like it so far. I don't know if I want to continue it or not, but your comments are always helpful. Also, I'm making this story an open forum, so you can tell me something you'd like to happen or things you like and dislike and I'll put them into the story where I can. Thanks so much for reading. Please tell me what you think! Also, I need to come up with a story title, but I'm not sure what to call it yet. Please help!
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