Hi Everyone :)
Okay, I'm not entirely pleased with this story AT ALL but I really needed to write something after that infamous scene of 2x23. *sobs uncontrollably*
Ahem...
Enjoy!
"It's just a game."
The words echoed through Blair's head, crawled over her skin and clouded her senses as she struggled desperately to make her way through the crowded room.
"Please." she begged internally.
"Please just let me escape."
An opening appeared through the sea of faceless figures and Blair ploughed towards it with ruthless determination. Her sky high heels slipped slightly on the shiny marble floors and she could feel the ominous rushing in her ears getting louder and louder.
"Blair, wait!"
The voice was faint yet light and feminine . Based on his one constant fact she did not turn around.
Once safe and secure in the female toilets with a plush chair pushed up against the door, Blair began to cry. Really cry. Not her usual watery eyes and silent sobs which could be halted in an instant. She braced her hands against the marble of the wash basin area and finally let everything go.
Crying was always such an inconvenience to Blair. She had never been able to master the art of conveying misery like her favourite movie starlets. Their make up never ran, their faces never became red and blotchy, their breathing never became so laboured that they found it difficult to breathe. No, when Audrey Hepburn's character was required to be consumed with grief her beauty never faltered. Blair always did aspire to be like Audrey. Therefore, when Blair was required to show emotion it was never messy and unattractive but controlled, ladylike and plastic.
This method allowed her to keep those meddlesome emotions neatly bubbling just under the surface. Never overflowing, never creating a crack in her flawless façade.
On this occasion though it was all just too much. She had done it again. Put herself on the line, begged him to make the next move and once again had been left bitterly disappointed. The dividing factor which separated this time from all the others however, was that in this case she had truly believed it would all be worth it. She could see it; Everything she had ever been looking for in his warm hazel eyes.
When the tears dried up and she was left heaving dry, painful sobs into the ornate wash basin Blair straightened up. She tried to block out her reflection as she methodically lined her cosmetic products neatly before her.
Once more severely pristine Blair gave her mirror image one final self deprecating glance before leaving the bathroom, her mask firmly back in place.
Ah Therapuetic.