I own none of the characters – wish I did.
No one understood. He'd spent too long in a mask of womanising and cruel intentions that no one believed he could break from that mould. But as unfathomable as the concept was, the truth was that Chuck Bass genuinely cared for Blair Waldorf. In his own fucked up way, he loved her.
He'd never had any need for love; meaningless sex was all he needed, but with Blair he wanted more. However, she always went back to Nate. Nate didn't deserve her; he cheated on her, lied to her, cared more about Serena than his own girlfriend. Chuck would never do that. But she would never feel the same for him, and Chuck had finally resigned himself to that fact, so he was leaving, running away. Running away from her laugh, and luscious hair, her lips and chocolate eyes. It was a habit every 'Upper East Sider' possessed – the ability to run when the truth became too much. Maybe if he left for just a little while he'd be able to sleep without seeing her, be able to wake without fluttering in his stomach, maybe he'd be able to breathe without imagining her scent, and maybe he'd finally be able to forget about Blair Waldorf. Hopefully by the time he returned Chuck would be back to his old ways, no need for Blaire, no lingering feelings or sickening love; but he doubted that would ever happen. He just needed a while to repaint his mask, tighten the straps that held it in place, and prepare a few more lies; then everything would be back to normal.
He knew he'd never find another like her. She understood him. She could read his silence, his voice, his eyes, his smile, every god damn thing about him, she could interpret. She had grasped the idea that maybe there was another layer to him, a layer that represented more than it was meant to and was worth more than face value, but she turned her head, ignored it, because emotions are something that they're not supposed to feel – it's easier for everyone that way. That's the way things are in the 'Upper East Side' – you hide behind smokes, expensive clothes and bottles of alcohol; do drugs so that it's easier to forget, ignore and pretend. In the 'Upper East Side' you date who your parents suggest, do what your ignorant parents want and act like your to shallow to even care. And you don't fall in love; you never fall in love; because in the 'Upper East Side' friends discard you as they discard empty bottles of gin, it's just how it is. One wrong move, one notion of disagreement and your out, that's why it's easier not to care.
By the time he's back maybe things will be different, or maybe not. He loves Blaire, more than he ever believed people could love, and that's why he's leaving. Love isn't part of the plan. His Dad didn't even ask for an explanation, happy to send his son to some other far away place. And as Chuck's plane ascends into the clouds, he thinks once more of Blaire's face. Leaving hurts, but it's better than staying, right?
So, what do you think? This was my first GG fic, it's based on the TV show, not the book. I hope you liked it. Please review.