I couldn't sleep so instead I wrote this little drabble. It's set after 2.13. I've never really done any story ,ff or otherwise, like this so feedback would be lovely.
Tragic
It was so tragic.
So extremely tragic.
And Blair Waldorf didn't do tragedy.
She did manipulation, icy coldness and pure, straight bitchiness.
But never tragedy.
And what was more tragic then drinking alone in bed.
Poor Dorota. She had no idea that the glass of juice she had brought for her heart-broken charge had been topped up with vodka. Very good vodka. She may be heart-broken, but she's still a Waldorf.
She understands why Chuck drank alone now.
It was easier, so much easier, this numbness.
Pain was harder to feel through the haziness that was currently engulfing her.
The pain of this second abandonment.
It hurt worse than the first.
Even though she knew he was hurting it didn't stop her own selfish pain.
And that was why she was drinking.
For an escape.
If Chuck was going to escape she sure as hell was going to as well.
Maybe they could escape together.
The idea struck Blair as an idea of pure genius.
Maybe he would let her escape with him! Maybe it was what he wanted along!
How hadn't she seen his plan before?
Not only was alcohol a great reliever of pain but it apparently also honed Blair's already razor sharp brain.
She reached for her phone, knocking over one of her many jewellery boxes in the process.
A single necklace spilled out, pooling on the lush carpet.
It was the necklace. The butterfly necklace as she so fondly called it.
Another sign.
Even fate thought this was a good plan.
Before she dialled his number she took one last swig of her juice.
For courage.
He hadn't answered any of her thousands of previous calls or messages but surely he would tonight.
Even Chuck Bass couldn't fight fate.
His phone went to his voicemail.
Maybe it was better this way. Now he wouldn't be able to interrupt her as she explained her brilliant new plan.
Yes, it was defiantly better this way.
Apparently fate was still on Blair's side.
The words slurred together slightly. Her little speech had sounded better in her mind.
"Chuck. Chuck, this is Blair. Don't worry. I've figured out your plan. I get you didn't tell because you I would be scared. But don't worry, I'm not. Scared that is. For you I'll leave Serena, my Mother, my minions, all the great shops, the steps at the Met, even Yale. I would leave all that for you. Because well… you know how I feel. And I know you feel that same. So that's why I'm not scared about leaving. So txt me the dets and I'll meet you, wherever you are, and we can finally escape together."
At that she ran out of time.
She had figured out his plan. She had done her job. Now all he had to do was tell her to find him and they would get their happily ever after.
With that final happy thought she drifted off to sleep.
On the other side of the world a very lonely boy listened to her drunken ramblings.
His own drug addled mind could make no sense of it.
Not that it mattered.
He had finally done the right thing. He had left Blair to be happy. Now she could have Nate and together they could have their happily ever after.
With that final tragic thought he drifted off to sleep.
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