time stands still, your movement frozen
staring down at what you've broken
('empty space' – the narrative)
Oh, you never meant for it to happen, not this. But it was Jenny all over again – poor, sad, drunk Serena and you were never good with girls throwing themselves at you.
But it's not Jenny, because you actually care about Serena and it was just one night, but BlairBlairBlair and, oh, you should've known better, you stupid little boy, can you only be a man when Blair's around? And don't you remember what happened last time?
(oh, you do, you were so fucking close)
And Serena's got those sad, sad eyes and you can relate to her, 'cause she's just like you – nothing left to lose, only bad luck seems to find you, and when it does it swallows you whole. And you caught a glimpse of her scars that night-
-jail and affairs and sick Lily and fights and her father leaving again and again and Erik's attempted suicide and everything collapsing and drunken nights and every single damn boyfriend and bitterness and nothing seems to work out and Dan-what if? and leaving Nate and longing and where is this life going-
-and you were amazed by what you saw, because you thought no one could have as much pain as you do.
(and damnit , you're just another thing on her list of regrets, you're just another thing on everyone's fucking list)
So brace yourself and send her on home, little boy. Drink up your cup, and then have another, and maybe some more. Pretend she was just another one of your whores, nothing special, pretend that nothing matters, because, hey, you're Chuck Bass, because you've lost everything, everything-
(and you miss Blair)