Losing is hard, Forgetting? The Hardest
I dedicate this story to LittleJHumphrey! Thank you.
She was gone. She was gone. She was gone. That certain phrase ran threw his mind for the umpteenth time.
The bold and daring blonde, who was also one of Gossip Girl's most talked about Upper East Sider's, was officially gone, never to return.
This thought put Dan Humphrey in a deep depression. So deep, he hasn't thought about anything else for the past twenty-four hours since he found out about the tragic event. Come to think of it, he hasn't done anything. He didn't eat, sleep, as far as he was concerned he wasn't even sure if he was breathing.
Yesterday around this time, Dan came home from school still adorned in his uniform. He sat down at his kitchen counter and opened his laptop. He wanted to write about how Serena had told him about her latest family issues about Lily and Bart on Nate's front steps.
He had listened intently and she ended up apologizing to him, for everything. Dan couldn't but help feel himself fall for this vulnerable Serena Van der Woodsen once again.
Bart Bass pulled up in his limo shortly after and Serena was dragged off much to his dismay.
As Dan sat at his kitchen counter, he couldn't help as his mind drifted to what would happen if he and Serena dated once more. She would become the good girl that he always brought out in her and they would both be happy, no that was an understatement. They would both be estatic because in his heart, ever since October 8th, he knew that they belonged.
Dan sat there smiling at the memories until the shrill ring of the house phone rang throughout the house.
"Hello?" Dan had answered slightly annoyed for having his day dream interrupted.
"Dan! Bad news. Serena's in the hospital." Rufus told him urgently.
Dan was speechless. His breath got caught in his throat and he felt his vision fuzz. He placed his hand on his forehead. "What?!" He finally managed to choke out. Dan's voice was barley audible.
"She fell off her houses' side trellis. They don't know how much longer she'll live." Rufus said softly.
Dan suddenly changed emotions all to quickly. He went from mad at Serena for making a stupid mistake, to guilt because he didn't know the full story, and was making assumptions, then to just too damn upset.
He hung up the phone, not bothering to say goodbye and ran out the door. On the streets of Brooklyn, he flailed his arms not caring that he was making a fool out of himself. People passing him on the street gawked at him and a few snickered and made rude comments.
Dan saw a man about to step into a taxi. He lunged himself at the yellow car and pushed the many away. The stranger cursed him off but Dan didn't notice as he thrust several twenty dollar bills to the driver before barking out orders to drive to the hospital.
When he arrived he asked the woman at the reception desk which room she was in frantically. As soon as she said room 245, Dan was off. Let's just say he was a man on a very important misson.
He rode the elevator impatiently to floor two. He pounded on the wall and shifted his weight from side to side. Once the elevator doors dinged open he flew down the hallway. He almost ran straight into Lily Van der Woodsen exit the room that he was seeking.
She was bawling her eyes out. Mascara and eyeliner running down her face. For once, Dan saw her vulnerable and panicked. It was strange seeing, a woman so organized and sufficient, loosing control. Dan could fee tears pricking his eyes as he waited for the unexpected.
Before Lily passes him in the hallway she said the three dreaded words Dan was sure he never wanted to hear.
"You're too late."
Disclaimers: I own nothing, unfortunately. I would love to own Chuck bass though.
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