A/N: Just a little one shot inspired by one of my all time favourite scenes.
Enough
She pretends to be mad as she storms into her Marie Antoinette inspired bedroom. "What are you doing here, Chuck?" She doesn't really care what his doing here. Her heart screams He's here. But she pretends, anyhow.
He lifts his head. His eyes find hers. He looks like crap. She sees the emptiness in his eyes. It scares her, but she rushes to his side...because he needs her.
It breaks her apart. Seeing him like this. So scattered and broken. He doesn't really show it...because he's Chuck Bass...she sees it anyway...because she's Blair Waldorf.
She puts her arms around him, holding him together, clumsily in her tiny arms. He leans his head against her small shoulder. He doesn't cry, just breaths raggedly, desperately trying to break past the pain in his chest. His hand clutches her arm, because it's the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
She closes her eyes to keep the tears from slipping out...they do. She turns her head, resting her forehead against his. That unique smell so very much him fills her nose. Sandalwood and coffee. She can't help herself, she breaths those three words into his ear. They're barely a whisper, but-this time- their enough. He finally gives in. He finally let's her help him. Let's her love him. The voice in her head screams, this is just temporary. She drowns it...even if she knows it's true. It has to be true, because he's Chuck and she's Blair. And they're epic.
His arms wrap around her waist, pulling her painfully close. Her hands find themselves intertwined in his dark hair. Their hearts beat as one, the breath as one...they morn as one. For if he hurt...so does she.
She stays awake until he falls asleep. The agony slowly disappears from his handsome face as he sinks in to the sweet abyss of fatigue, but the loss stays imbedded in the fine lines on the corners of his mouth. She closes her eyes, swallowing the ach in her chest.
He's gone when she wakes up. A note left on his pillow. It doesn't surprise her, but her heart starts hurting, nonetheless.
He left her.
Tears form silver lines across her cheeks as she reads the words scribbled in his messy handwriting.
Her phone beeps. She grabs at it. Maybe it's him, just maybe. It isn't.
Chuck Bass isn't the only one who lost somebody recently...O, no. Please no... condolences, Ms. Waldorf.
The phone slips from her finger, forgotten on her bed.
She stumbles towards the bathroom. Needing to get rid of the loathing in her gut, she falls on her knees. Her hair is a mess as she wretches over the toilet. Her soul breaks with every sob. Her heart crumbles with every tear.
She'll never be enough. He'll always leave, because she'll never be enough.
Just a little teaser. If people actually like this I might make this a collection of one shots.
Lots of love
E.B