I Just Can't Love You Anymore

"Stop! I-I just can't do this," she told him, her eyes wide, as if she herself was startled by the words coming out of her mouth. She looked at him, shirt half undone, tie loose around his neck. She shook her head, placing it in her hands. He took a deep breath, filling the silence. One hand tugged at his hand, pulling hard.

"I just don't love you anymore."

He nodded, his hair falling over his eyes. His head lowered, he clasped his hands together in his lap. "I've been expecting that for some time now," he murmured softly, raising his head to meet her eyes. He managed a small smile, one that she returned gratefully, before standing up.

She rushed towards him, a tear trickling down her cheek. A sniffle came from her nose, soft in his ear, as she wound her arms around her neck, blubbering. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, so sorry."

He pulled away from her, smiling down at her face, tears wetting her eyelashes. "Hey now," he said, his thumb drying her wet cheeks. He paused on her lips, staring into her eyes. "There was nothing you could have done," he told her, before pulling away fully, leaving her to sniffle quietly, her gaze lowered to the floor.

"Still," she said, wiping her eyes tiredly. A wrinkle creased the front of her red dress, her red lips staining her skin and half-rubbed off. Her curls had come loose, and were halfway down her back, messy and frizzy from running her hands through it. He hugged her to him once more, rubbing her back softly.

Once she had composed herself, her tears dry and dress smoothed out, she slipped her heels back on, stumbling slightly. She pecked him softly on the cheek, gazing into his eyes as if it was the final time she could do so. He watched from the window as she rushed down the stairs, her form shivering on the cool wind. Her hair was tossed around by the wind as she waited, eyes lowered to stare at the pavement, her hands crossed in front of her like a true society girl.

He supposed it was the final time they would see each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. She had made her choice, and he had to accept that. It would have happened eventually, that he knew. They both being slowly falling out of love for years, both neither of them had been able to admit it.

But Blair had. And he thanked god that she had.

Maybe, just maybe, someone would be able to keep her longer than he had.

The limo finally pulled up, and Blair rushed towards it, tears streaming down her cheeks. A head popped up out of it, and she kissed him full on the mouth, her hands straining to wrap around him. They sped off, disappearing around the corner. He sunk down into the chair, rubbing his eyes tiredly. The tie fluttered down onto the floor, and he pulled his shoes off, throwing them softly on the floor. There was no NateandBlair anymore. It was, and always had been ChuckandBlair.

You can't argue with fate, can you?

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