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Note: So the back story is that Dan's dumped Serena again, Blair's mad at her, Nate's backing Blair, and Eric is away on a school camp. It doesn't say how Serena got to Chuck's place, but considering they're step-siblings, it's not a hard thing to imagine. Also, I know Chuck should have smooth hands, but I wrote calloused anyway, because it works better that way. Anyway, please enjoy!
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You find her broken and sobbing on your bathroom floor, her blonde hair spilling along your tiles. Her face is streaked with tears and anguish, while her hands shake uncontrollably. You've never seen her so upset before, and you hate that her thin body is shuddering so violently. She looks up at you briefly, before turning her waterlogged eyes away. You swoop down and pull her into a hug, subtly moving her body further from the draw you both know houses razors. It's not as if you think she'd actually try, but then again it's not as if you really know how she is when she's this distraught. You smooth back her hair and hold her harshly, just letting her know you're there.
She lets you comfort her, because she has no one else anymore, and digs her fingernails into your chest, trying to convince herself you're really there. She just wants some one to stay for once. She passes her broken heart into your calloused hands with one fractured look, and you wish you were worthy of nursing her battered heart.
She doesn't care who you are at the moment. She doesn't care how many years it's been since you've told her anything sentimental, or how it was half your fault Blair was so ostracized. She just needs someone, and you're the only one willing. She balls your shirt in her hands, and you squeeze her entire body tighter, reassuring her that you're there, silently telling her that you won't let go.
She's lost. She doesn't know what to do, how to make things better, and you can't offer any advice, because you're just as confused as she. She lets you carry her to your bed and tuck her under your covers because you're all she has left and she's just so damn tired of being the strong one. She's so sick of maintaining her tough façade, of holding Blair in place when she threatens to fall, of being the one they all rely on, but not trusting them to catch her any more. She just wants someone to look after her for once, and you're the only one around these days, so you're her chosen saviour.
So you play the 'knight in shining armour', although you both know you're no such thing. Because you're the last thing holding her up, and she needs you to be strong, she needs you to let her be weak for once. And you do, because she's a fallen angel, and even the devil feels pity occasionally. She's so tired of being the prop, the one used to sustain others, the one bearing all the guilt and ordeals. And you're the only one left to help, the only one who can support her as she flails.
You hold her while her tears dry, because she's tired, and you're there, and for once you're needed and wanted, and when she looks at you with tears in her blue eyes and mascara down her cheeks you can't help but hold her. You're her chosen hero, so you let her cry into your scarf, and sleep in your shirt, because she's so damn tired of being strong, and you're all she has left.
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