Blair's POV (Future)
I'm at the top of the Empire, peering down over the edge that drops off into the dark street far below. I step onto the ledge, urged on with all the hate piled on from Serena over the years. She's betrayed me before, but never like this. The name Blair Waldorf means nothing to me like it used to back in high school. It seems so long ago when I was owning the steps and was the Queen of Constance Billard, above everyone else. Only now do I realize how insecure I've always been and without people caring about me or fearing me, I'm absolutely irrelevant to this world. My fashion line was a complete disaster and my mother will never let me be responsible on my own again. I've always stood by this saying: It is better to be feared than loved. I had it all wrong. Even Chuck doesn't love me anymore. My parents were never there for me. All the relationships I've seen turned to dust. Maybe I deserve to be alone. A wave of guilt washes over me. I've never had friends and never will. Surprisingly, I've even lost my sense of fashion along with my character, nobody even wants to hear about me on Gossip Girl anymore, and nobody even cares who I am anymore. I thought I was Queen B! Queen B: the Blair Waldorf that bossed Little J around, had the Prince of Monaco as a husband, had Serena Van der Woodsen as a best friend, and had my whole life perfectly in order. I can't believe that humdrum Humphrey got into Yale and I didn't-I still don't understand how that all went down. I'm wearing Humphrey's cheap loafers, which the Blair Waldorf I hardly remember wouldn't be caught dead in. At least I will live on in Dan's books. I may not be loved or feared, but at least I will be remembered. I edge my feet farther off the edge, only hanging on by a few inches. I'm so close to falling. I feel the thread that was connecting me to everything dissolve, as if cut by a pair of scissors. A calmness comes over me. There is nothing left for me here, and with that thought I lean forward and let my heavy heavy heart pull me down without hesitation.
Chuck's POV (Present)
Blair and I finally found our place together. We are both strong and independent on our own. I don't have to resist her anymore. She wears the ring around her neck, a promise to me. We have been through so much. Honestly, I don't even care about what Gossip Girl has to say. I lay in bed, contemplating. It's hard to believe that I, Chuck Bass, would ever settle down for a girl. Sleeping with so many people on a superficial level has gotten tiring. Blair and I share something deeper. A connection. Even though scheming isn't the best reason for us to be drawn together, I'm glad everything worked out this way. I get out of bed and go to see Blair. Once I step out of her elevator, I can hear her shrill voice ordering Dorota around. I can't help but smile. I climb the steps to her tower. When I open her door, she runs to me. I swear she gets more stunning every day.
"Hello, Chuck," she says.
"Blair," I reply. She goes in for a kiss, and instead of dodging her like I've done for the past couple months, I firmly press my lips against hers. It feels so good. It's not the feeling I get during sex, but something sweeter and more meaningful. Sex has always been my addiction since I was a young teen, but now I just want her: all of her. Including her worst self (I have experienced it). I hug her and trace my fingers down her collarbone, feeling for the chain around her neck holding my ring. I reach it and enclose it in my fist, then hold it out to her.
"Ready?" I ask.
"Yes," she replies, filling my heart with hope.
I whisper in her ear, "Three words, eight letters."
"I hate you," she whispers back and pauses before adding, "Chuck Bass," with her signature devious grin.