This is set at the beginning of season four after Chuck has returned to New York with Eva at Blair's request. It's going to be totally different from what happened mostly but I'll put in some references too. I know I am terrible for starting a fic and then leaving it for ages but I swear I'm not a 'giver upper' so fear not.
XOXO

Hate is a four letter word

I speak not, I trace not, I speak not thy name;

There is grief in the sound, their is guilt in the fame;

But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart

The deep thoughts that dwell in the silence of heart.

Blair lay curled in her duvet, stomach in knots. She loathed herself for even acknowledging it, after everything he'd done to her. But since Gossip Girl had announced Chuck's return along with Eva, curse the slut's very name, in tow, she felt like she was eighteen again, chasing after a childish little boy who couldn't tell her he loved her.

When she'd asked him to come home she'd known it would be excruciating for her to see him with another woman, but she couldn't well have let him leave and risk never seeing his face again. Granted, she couldn't love him anymore, but she wasn't a cruel queen. Her New York wasn't her New York without him.

Their love had been too intense, so rich and fatal that it had near killed both of them to be apart. She couldn't comprehend how he'd moved on from her so rapidly. He'd always told her she was the only one who could touch his heart. She'd seen the look in his eye that night in Paris; she knew he'd seen the look in hers too. Maybe if he had said something, asked her to try again… She might have said yes. She'd forgiven him when he first asked it of her, but he couldn't see past the façade of indifference she'd perfected over the years. She'd brought him home; it was the right thing to do. But she didn't have to make it easy for him.

"Oh, Chuck." She murmured into the pillow. They'd spent numerous nights in this bed together. Hating herself for desiring it, she wished he could hold her now. Everything about her longing to have him back was foolish. Everyone would warn her away from him.

"Think about what he put you through Blair."

"He's throwing another woman in your face."

"You can't really still trust him?"

It was futile to deny her trust in him. You didn't just stop trusting someone who was once your everything. She trusted him wholly, even if he had shredded her heart. It was the one thing she'd never quite managed to escape. All of the torment, the hurt and the lies still haunted her in her helpless dreams.

But she'd felt more secure than ever with him, protected. He made his feelings clearer with each day. If only she could have reached him in time on that awful night. Little Jenny Humphrey should never have been waiting for Nate. There were so many 'what ifs', so many wasted possibilities. He was going to ask for her hand.

She cast her mind to the bad in an attempt to reason with her irrational heart, which thumped so hard against her chest that she felt nauseous. The pain flashed through her like electricity and her face crumpled. Mascara tainted tears stained her sheets and she struggled to breathe. He'd hurt her so badly. They hurt each other. It was poison; they would only destroy each other. She couldn't risk loving a person so wholly ever again. She couldn't, she wouldn't let her pain seep through the perfect composure. The signature Waldorf emotion free blankness would help her to persuade everyone that she was perfectly well. Fine with everything. She didn't care that he'd brought someone home with him- that was fine. Just like it was fine that someone else was sleeping in the bed she still considered half hers, with the man she still considered entirely hers. Why didn't he still want her? Why couldn't he have fought a little harder? She would fight for him until the sun stopped burning. She would have given her life for that man, her very soul and being. Everything that was her was him too.

Blair's detrimental train of thought was interrupted by three gentle knocks on the door. She furiously wiped her tear-stained face and called out weakly.

"Who is it?"

A muffled voice came from the other side of the door. "Serena. Can I come in?"

Serena. Blair's only source of friendship, the only person who could understand the tremendous depth of pain she was drowning in. Serena knew because she'd been there, seen it eat her up from the inside and then rip her to scraps. Love- the dictionary described it as 'an intense feeling of deep affection.' It had been more than that. He was her lifeline and she couldn't breathe without him. What was love if it made her so weak?

"Yes." She responded and her best friend opened the door, light flooding into the dark room as she stepped inside and shut it, allowing them to be engulfed by the darkness once more. Blair reached out for her bedside lamp and switched it on as Serena came to sit beside her on the bed.

"Really feeling it tonight?" She asked simply, knowing without question the cause of Blair's tears.

Blair nodded meekly. "What am I supposed to do, S?" Fresh tears burned in her eyes. "I don't know how to stop it."

Serena's arms went around the helpless figure in the middle of a bed that was far too big and empty. "You'll get over him, Blair. I promise you. He won't hurt you forever."

"I can't get over him." She stated feebly, relaxing in her friend's familiar embrace. Serena smelled of Coco Mademoiselle and her smooth, blonde hair brushed up against Blair's cheek, dampened by the moisture from her eyes.

"I can't believe he really brought her back with him. It's not fair. You're ten times more than her." Serena muttered, mostly for her own benefit but Blair nodded all the same.

"Why is he doing it?" Blair murmured. "Has he forgotten me already?" Blair knew the question was wasted. Serena knew no better than she did, but she needed to hear the words.

"I don't know, B. He's probably terrified you're really, truly done with him and needs some kind of comfort." Serena said with clear disdain.

"He broke my heart. I tried to patch it up again and now he's tearing it apart all over again." Hot tears escaped Blair's cheeks and Serena bit her lip. She'd seen Blair trying to stitch her life back together after Chuck broke it and now she was seeing him rip all of her wounds open again. Blair felt a warm hand squeeze her own reassuringly.

"I will always be by your side, Blair. No matter what happens you have me. You're my sister okay?" Serena promised.

Blair smiled shakily at her best friend, her sister.

"Thank you. I can't tell you how much I've needed you and how much you've helped me."

Serena just held her tighter and whispered, "I'm always going to be here."

XOXO

Chuck reacquainted himself with the incomparable luxury of his somehow tainted Empire suite. Eva was busy unpacking her things and it was dawning on him how much he needed his world. He felt like an angel had touched him. She had saved his life when it was fading from him, her light blinded him and he prayed that it wouldn't fade away. He was addicted to her radiance. He'd had to leave the room while she started invading the closet with her few possessions. It just felt wrong that her clothes would be hanging there.

Thoughts of Blair bubbled in him as though in retaliation, like she could hear his thoughts. He had consumed Blair's light, turned her to the darkness in his mind and marred her perfection. Guilt clouded his brain as he tried to forget with a bottle of whisky. His hand tightened around the crystal of the glass, swirling the amber liquid within. Memories of her intoxicated his attentions. He swore the image of her fleeing from him was burned on his retinas, pure anguish, inflicted by him, in her expression. He shut his eyes, frowning at his inability to get past the pain that was still so raw whenever he let his mind wander to her. In Paris it was easier to forget. He made himself a different person, without any of the history. He was ashamed of his life.

"Chuck." A gentle voice called from the bedroom.

He had to remind himself that it wasn't Blair anymore. He'd greedily stolen all that was good about the relationship he thought would be his forever. He sometimes let himself imagine a future with her still. A future that he'd picked apart of his own volition. He would be stupid to think she'd ever even consider him again. So he had to drown himself in Eva, to let her kindness and warmth cocoon him from all the wrong he'd done. He'd morphed his soul mate into a darker version of himself and he had only himself to hold responsible. She'd find someone else, someone who could restore her glow and make her happy again. He'd hate him for it, whoever she may choose, but he had to let her be happy without him. All he ever did was hurt her. He liked to think he'd changed, that Eva had changed him and so if Blair were happy with another person, he'd let it go. He knew that was a lie though. He wouldn't be able to stand seeing her with anyone else.

"Isn't that exactly what you're doing to me, Bass?" Imaginary Blair's accusations hit home hard.

"Chuck." Eva's voice called out to him again. When he reached her, he pulled her into his arms. He needed to expel Blair from his mind and he used the only way he knew how. His hands gripped her slim waist and he kissed her. It wouldn't work. Blair prodded through his reverie expectantly.

"Chuck." She sighed into his mouth. He felt her warmth. Her reality. She grounded him, took him away from the hurt of his guilt as best as possible. Before he could take it any further she'd pulled herself out of his grip.

"I need to ask you something." Her French accent was endearing to him and he locked his eyes onto hers. Her enchanting feline beauty was quite something. She was certainly lovely, though by no means the classic beauty he'd fallen in love with. She was exquisite in the way only a French woman could be. That was why he was drawn to her; she bore absolutely no resemblance to Blair.

"Anything." He told her.

"Is this…?" She began; trailing off she moved to collect something from one of the drawers in the room. "Is this hers?" He didn't need to ask who the woman in question was as Eva's hands held up a purple velvet robe. Chuck moved to take it from her. Memories of Blair pushed their way back into his head. He had to stop himself from wincing at the memory of her pulling the robe around her lithe, and usually naked, form, grinning down at him, as he'd beg unashamedly for her to come back to bed.

"It's hers." He bundled up the robe and shoved it into one of his drawers in an attempt to escape the excruciating recollection of the beautiful, mischievous vixen he'd lost. "I'm sorry, Eva. I thought everything was gone."

She sighed and offered him an understanding smile. "It's okay, Chuck. She was a big part of your life. I don't need you to pretend she didn't exist."

Chuck did need to pretend she didn't exist. He needed to forget her part in his life as best he could if he was ever to even try and move on. It was an unthinkable act. Forget Blair Waldorf? "As If." She would have said, had the question been posed to her. She was hardly a forgettable character. He felt himself sinking back into her enticing depths and pulled himself back to reality.

"I'll have it sent back to her tomorrow morning." He promised, pulling her back into his embrace. He knew he wouldn't. He couldn't give up his addiction to her, even though he knew it was the best thing to do for both of them. He'd keep her robe somewhere no one else would be able to find it- his guilty keepsake. A small taste of what he truly desired, kept hidden from the rest of the world who may think him a fool for his inability to unclench.

XOXO

Blair woke, bleary eyed and feeling like someone had ripped her heart from her again. Serena mewed peacefully in her sleep and Blair, in an attempt to avoid waking her friend, crept silently out of bed and stood in the expanse of her lonely childhood bedroom. She wanted nothing more than to slump into a corner and cry for as she had each night, but with a new day came new hope. She forced herself to take a long, hot shower and cast him from her mind. The comforting scent of her shampoo lulled her into a state of relaxation and she told herself that she could wash him away just like the soapy foam.

Wrapped up in a fluffy towel, she padded barefoot back into her bedroom. Serena was still sleeping soundly. Blair scanned the room for her favourite robe but couldn't find it. She must have left it in Paris. Reaching for another, she slipped it on, tying the belt tightly around her waist. Blair began her lengthy morning routine, building up moisturiser on the soft skin of her cheeks. She tried to force herself to think of anything other than Chuck Bass, but her uncontrollable mind had other ideas. She remembered how he'd watch her get ready in the morning, claiming that it fascinated him to see how she could manage to "improve on what was already perfection". Despite several half-hearted protests, she had never minded being watched by Chuck. She would catch his eyes in the mirror, filled with admiration and something she couldn't recognise for a while; pride. Her reminiscence overwhelmed her- she found tears rolling down her cheeks again. What she wouldn't give to wind back the time and see him again. To feel his hands on her, to hear the sweet things he always whispered in her ear. She needed salvation from the hollow inside of her desperately.

"Blair." Serena's drowsy voice called out. Wiping her eyes quickly, Blair appeared back in her room.

"Here." She announced to her friend who was running a hand through her long hair.

"Is it college today?" Serena asked, rubbing at her forehead, which was crinkled by a perplexed frown.

Blair chuckled at Serena's state of sleepy confusion. "No, S. It's Sunday. We go back tomorrow."

Serena jumped out of the bed a little too quickly and wobbled unsteadily on her feet. Once she'd regained her balance she exhaled a sharp breath, as though she'd just scaled Mount Everest, and nodded her head in determination and pride. "Okay. I will go get ready and we can have a shopping day." Serena walked through the conjoining door to her own room and stretched out her pink, flannel clad arms above her head. Blair smirked at her friend. If otherwise completely useless in the mornings, she was always good entertainment.

XOXO

Chuck woke to find the other side of the mattress empty and cold. For a hazy, perfect moment he thought of calling out for Blair, begging her to come back to bed. But just like every other day since he'd lost her, he felt the disappointment of realisation smack him square in the face. His eyes went to the chest of drawers opposite the bed where he'd stuffed her robe the night before. Falling out of bed, he paced over to it, daring to peer inside. He was met by rich, purple velvet and picked it up, running a thumb over its soft texture. He lifted it slowly, almost cautiously, to his cheek. It even still faintly smelled like her. Quickly he realised what he was doing and dropped it guiltily back into the drawer, concealing it beneath his underwear. If he wasn't in such a daze he might have smirked.

Chuck found Eva on the Empire's highest balcony, taking in the view of New York in the morning. The sun was rising from behind the skyscrapers and they watched his city waking up. He took her hand and they stood for a moment, taking in the sight before them.

"I can't believe that this is your world." She finally broke the silence. "It's surreal."

Chuck nodded. He couldn't imagine not having all of this, he thought of New York as his city, his home. For her, he imagined it would have been a remarkable shock to find that he owned a hotel and was a billionaire. For Chuck and his friends, this was just the norm. He lifted his fingers to her nightdress, unravelling the ties at her shoulder to reveal an olive green, silk bra. Everything she did and wore was different to Blair. He liked to tell himself it was refreshing and exciting, but it was just an escape. His arms encircled her skinny waist and she leant up to kiss him gently. His heart gave an almighty pang of objection and he wasn't sure why. Eva was everything he needed and ought to want. He lifted her, her thighs wrapping tight around his torso.

When they reached the bed, she was wearing significantly less and was hastily untying his robe. He couldn't be gentle with her this time. He had to immerse himself in her light and escape his thoughts. If she knew the truth she'd hate him for it but he needed her so much. He whispered, "I want you" into her skin over and over as he thrust into her relentlessly. She would need the other, sacred three words from him soon and the thought sent cold, chilling sparks down his spine.

Later, he lay with her in his arms, her head under his chin. He felt her smile against his chest and he toyed with strands of her long, blonde hair. Her warm skin against his was comforting and he kissed the top of her head. He was grateful that she'd saved his life and the warm-heartedness he felt towards her made him protective. He knew she'd face the onslaught of his friends and family soon and he wanted to shield her from it. She was innocent, inexperienced and definitely not ready for the cruelty of the Upper East Side- the cruelty of the world he'd brought her back to. He knew it was wrong of him to bring her back, but she kept him sane. She was just someone to hold onto when the nightmares got too much.

"What do we say we go shopping today?" He spoke out of the blue. "The real New York experience." The least he could do was give her the decadent wardrobe of an Upper East Sider. It was more than just clothing. It was armour.

She sighed happily and nodded.

XOXO

Strolling around Manhattan's shops with Serena was Blair's favourite pass time as of late. She settled back into the New York style of life with ease and was accumulating shopping bags quickly. They'd covered Chanel, Balmain and Dior but so much more couture was calling her name.

Serena quickly pulled Blair into another store and began riffling through the racks, pulling numerous pieces to try. Blair's approach was slower but always more precise. She found fewer pieces but it tended to work to her advantage. She knew Serena's wardrobe was packed to burst with clothes she'd likely never wear. That was probably the sole disadvantage of everything suiting you, Blair thought with a smirk.

That was when she saw him. He was sitting on one of the plush velvet couches in the Valentino boutique, gazing down at his phone. Her heart palpitated in her chest and she fled silently for the dressing rooms, gathering up her belongings in her arms. She pulled the curtain shut behind her, throwing all of her bags down behind her and slumped in a corner. She shook, cradling her head in her hands. Sobs began to escape her throat and she tried to shut herself up before she caused some sort of pathetic scene.

She gently rocked herself back and forth to calm down but nothing was working. She'd not been in such close proximity to him for weeks. She'd thought about it, dreamed about it, hoped about it and had nightmares about it, but it hadn't happened until now. She couldn't handle it unprepared. She was shuddering in the corner, hating the impact even the sight of him still had on her, when she heard Serena shouting her name. He'd have heard her; he'd know she was there, that she was hiding. The only thing she could do was pretend she was unmoved.

"In here, S." She yelled back, trying to keep the wobble out of her strained voice and struggled to her unsteady feet.

Serena appeared through the curtain. Blair was standing with her fists clenched at either side of her, a look of sheer panic on her face.

"What's the matter?" Serena wondered at her friend's troubled expression.

"He's here." Blair cried, "Chuck is here!" Serena grabbed her in a quick hug and whispered encouragements into her ear. When she pulled back, she could see that her friend was plotting by the look in her eyes. Serena held up a black dress. Well a tiny, verging on indecent scrap of black material would have been a better description for the 'dress' she held up.

"You are going to strut out there and put on the show of your life. Flaunt everything that he's lost at him, B." Serena's eyes glinted with mischief. Blair, although usually up for any kind of games, was feeling insecure and was about to protest before Serena shoved the hanger at her, wiped the tears from her eyes and whispered.

"Come out when you're ready. I'll see to it that he doesn't bother you." She winked at her and disappeared from the small space.

XOXO

"Blair." He heard a familiar voice call. Suddenly he sprang out of his seat and rocketed to the other side of the store, where racks of clothing concealed him. Shit. She was here. She was in the same building as he was. He was eyeing the exit optimistically when Serena appeared from the dressing area and took a seat, waiting where he just had been. His gut flipped and he wanted to escape as soon as possible. The click of heels distracted him and he prayed for Eva to return so they could flee. He wasn't ready for a run in.

Blair Waldorf appeared, like a dark angel in all her glory, at the end of the hall in front of Serena. He noticed a strange expression on her excruciatingly beautiful features as she sashayed towards Serena, swaying her hips sensually.

"What do you think?" The sound of her voice sent a sudden, piercing pain to his bullet wound. He raised his hand to his mouth and slipped further behind the rails as not to be seen. He watched as she twisted from side to side in front of the mirror, her every curve accentuated by a cruelly fitted, short black dress. He couldn't even focus on the details of the dress. He felt his pants tighten. She still had an undeniable effect on him. His whole body wanted to pull her into a dressing booth and have his way with her. Chuck suppressed a groan as he watched her bend down painfully slowly to pick up the pin that had fallen from her silky hair. He got a splendid view of her delicious ass and up her skirt. His eyes trailed over her tiny waist and up to the pronounced curve of her breasts. He wanted to rip the wretched dress from her body; it was hiding what he desired most. He wanted her so badly, now more than ever.

"Buy it, B." Serena said. "You look amazing. The hot college guys won't be able to keep their hands away from you."

The sound of Blair's laughter rang clear as a bell through his ears and she said, "Well, I don't know. I do need someone new to satisfy my needs." Evil minx. Her hands smoothed over her body, outlining her shape with her fingertips. Nobody new was necessary for that; he could feel his mouth watering at the thought of satisfying the needs she spoke of.

There was something else to her tone that he couldn't quite place, but the idea of her with anyone else sent him wild with envy. The image of some random, creepy pervert running his hands up those thighs, claiming her for himself made Chuck feel like bursting. She was his, and he wouldn't allow another man to touch her. Actuality quickly snapped him out of his thought process though. She wasn't his, not anymore. He'd been unspeakably awful to her and lost the right to even breathe the same air as her.

"Maybe you should wear it to my Mom's event tonight?" Serena suggested, her hand running through her blonde waves.

He recognised a scheming twinkle in Blair's eye and confusion flooded him. As she appraised herself in the mirror a smirk spread across her rosy lips. He felt an overwhelming urge to kiss it off of her face.

"Hmm. Perhaps I will. I might find someone to keep me warm at night there." Blair said, purring. Whether she meant it as a joke or not, he was livid. He was repulsed by the notion of her with anyone else than him. Potent jealousy brewed in him and his eyes narrowed as he watched her call for the assistant to bring her matching accessories. Not only was she thinking about sex, but she was thinking about sex with someone that wasn't him. It was a ludicrous prospect.

In all his voyeurism he'd forgotten about Eva. All of a sudden he saw her making her way back towards the shop floor, towards Blair and Serena. She was clad in a ball gown that, frankly, did not do much for her. He watched Blair's face contort in horror as she caught sight of Eva, turning to Serena he realised that her eyes were brimming with tears. The sight had a strange effect on his heart that he thought he'd killed with their relationship. Before Eva emerged, he noticed Serena quickly rub Blair's forearm and whisper something to her. Blair nodded and turned to face Eva. He was intrigued as to how this would pan out. He knew that the right thing to do was, he should go to her, save her from the unavoidable denouncement awaiting her. But he just wanted a few moments to see what would happen when they met.

Eva's mouth turned up into a sweet smile as she saw Serena and Blair. He almost winced, she was ever kind and it would tear her to shreds. He hoped Blair didn't crush her; she was so vulnerable and generous. He knew she wouldn't know how to react to the wrath of a Waldorf.

"Oh! Blair, right?" Eva rushed towards the pair.

Blair's face twisted in disgust, she stepped away from Eva and he knew she was going to take her down a few notches.

"I'm Eva." She introduced herself extending a hand, this, Blair simply glared at.

"Yes. I know who you are." She sounded almost weak in her response. Eva smiled encouragingly at her.

"Blair, Chuck told me everything and… I… well I don't want you to be hurt by my being here. I'd like us to be friends" She spoke apologetically, there was no need, it was he that needed to say sorry to her.

"Too little, too late I'm afraid." Blair spoke in a small voice that made his heart ache. She was hurting? Eva's eyes filled with sorrow as she moved towards Blair but she only took another step away from her.

"Look. Regardless of your relationship to Chuck." It sounded like she struggled to speak his name. He wanted to go to her, comfort her. "Truthfully, I don't think you're the kind of person I'm friends with." He knew he should move to stand behind Eva but he couldn't make his legs move. She stood like a helpless lamb.

"I know I'm not like you, but I think we could be friends. Please just give me a chance. I'd like to know you." Eva pleaded, her features crumpling at the idea of anybody disliking her.

Blair frowned and put her hands on her hips. Her claws were out. "I don't think you're understanding. You're like the serving girl to my Queen." She continued. "I don't even know what you're doing in here." He listened to Blair tear the tender creature before her down. She moved to head back to the changing rooms before quipping, "Oh, and if I were you, I'd want to accessorise with gloves. Not even a manicure could mask those peasant hands." She finished with a cruel smile.

Chuck broke. Eva was meek and mild, she couldn't protect herself, and so it was his job to do so. He strode towards them as though he'd not been listening. He gave a nod in Serena's direction and took Eva's hand, placing his lips to it. Her captivating features were uncharacteristically corrupted by sadness and he felt a mix of anger and confusion towards the culprit, whose glare he felt scorching through his soul.

"You look beautiful." He said, never breaking eye contact to even acknowledge the fuming brunette who had frozen beside him. He could smell her now; he could hear her trembling breath. "I wouldn't be surprised if you're the reigning queen of New York in mere days." He added as a bitter afterthought, knowing this would hit her right where it hurt.

She shook her head "Lets go home, Chuck. I don't belong here." Eva said quietly, her eyes drifting towards the two women opposite.

"You belong wherever I am." Then he did something he couldn't forgive himself for, gently taking her face in his hands, he whispered, "I love you." He knew these words would scar Blair, he used them in resentment, and he used them to hurt her. Chuck heard a sharp release breath and then saw Blair Waldorf's retreating figure make a dash towards the dressing rooms, Serena in tow. He knew he'd gone too far when he saw her turn to give them one last, sad, lingering look. Taking Eva in his arms, he kissed her softly. A stab of shame hit him as soon as the curtain was drawn sharply and a loud, choke of a trembling sob was released from within.

Eva pulled away, gazing at him with newfound hope in her eyes. He felt sick.

"Thank you." She whispered gently as he led her out of the store.

XOXO

Blair had sunk down into a heap in the changing rooms, Serena was frantically attempting to comfort her, but to no avail. Her cries rattled through her small frame erratically. Serena pushed her hair back and held her burning cheeks.

"Blair Cornelia Waldorf you are so much more than her. She is absolutely nothing compared to you and you needn't let yourself feel inferior."

She nodded but was unconvinced. "Why did he say that?" She whimpered, "Why did he say it?"

"He knew you were listening, B. That's all. He doesn't love her." She promised, helping Blair stand up.

XOXO

Chuck lay in bed, his hands folded behind his head. He'd sent Eva to the spa for some treatments. He'd told her to relax and enjoy the massage, but in reality he'd just needed some time alone to ponder over the events of the afternoon and what he'd done. Blair would certainly never again grace the same room as him- let alone talk to him. He'd spat those three words he'd only ever said to her in her face. Chuck groaned at his own idiocy and berated himself. He got up and found her robe once more. Lifting it to his chest he cradled it, cradled the thought of Blair in his arms. He didn't love Eva.

"What have I done?" He spoke aloud to the empty room. Regret filled him and a rouge tear escaped his eye. He wouldn't be surprised if she refused to ever look at him again after that performance. He'd taken her greatest sensitivity and trampled on it as though she'd meant nothing to him. He knew he shouldn't have tried to watch her from afar.

He prepared himself for the night ahead. Seeing her at Lily's event would be dire to say the least. How was he to behave around her? If he acted like a repentant child then even Eva, although seemingly ignorant as she was, would be able to see his true feelings. Despite everything, he couldn't lose Eva. She was like the sun. He poured over different ways he could try to show his distress and remorse to Blair without showing it to everyone else too.

Unsure as to what the evening would have in store, Chuck Bass readied himself for a war of emotions.