I never ment to hurt her, it was never my plan. There was so much I wanted to do with her. Our wedding was only months away and we were just figuring out our future together.
Here I am now Chuck Bass, 28 years old and hiding out on a mission in Oslo, Norway. Part of my job description is that nobody can know what I do, not even her. My love. I was recruited about 7 years ago to join the most top secret spy and hitman agency in America.
I'm writing this because she needs to know. This entry is to be given to my soulmate Blair Waldorf if anything happens to me. I've been gone for almost 2 years but I'll be home to her soon. I can feel it.
The Night He Left.
As the clock in the hotel room struck 1 am, he sat up in bed and studied her sweet face. He got the text this morning, he's been called up. They spent all day since he got the text together, swimming at the beach, brunch with Serena and Nate, and a dinner just the two of them together enjoying eachothers company. Little did Blair know this would be her final day with Chuck Bass for a long time. He felt bad for not telling her but if she knew what he really did for a living, she would never want to be with him. Chuck Bass is a hitman. Though all his friends and family think he's a nice respectable lawyer who works at firm in downtown Miami. On his days off of killing people for a large sum of cash he does work there so that's not to far from the truth.
One hour until he has to leave for the airport, for god knows how long though. There's only two rules in his line of bussiness. 1. Dont get caught. 2. Don't let anyone know what you do for a living. That's the worst rule. He's forced to lie to those he loves the most.
Every time he looks at Blair his heart breaks. He slowly and carefully runs his finger through her hair without trying to wake her. Watching Blair sleep has been his favorite thing to do since they moved in together 4 months ago. He placed one final kiss on her forehead, knowing it will a long time until he can kiss her again.
"Goodbye my love." He whispers into her hair.
30 minutes until he has to leave. Slowly Chuck slides out of bed and dresses in his usual airport attire. A plain white V-neck showing off his defined collarbone and a patch of chest hair matched with a pair of black jeans and the leather jacket that Blair got him for his 26th birthday. After he was dressed he crawled back into bed. Slowly moving a stiff sleeping Blair he finds her phone and silences it. Then he begins to compose an email on his own phone addresses to her;
Blair,
The first thing I have to say is please know I have always loved you. Never doubt how I feel about you. I'm writing this via email, because if I were to put my words on paper they would be washed away with my tears. By the time you read this email, you'll see that I have left. Don't try to call, text, or email me. Everything in my name will be turned off for the time being. I know it doesn't make sense but just have faith in me, one last time. I'll be home as soon as possible. Jeez Blair, I wish I could tell you where I'm going and what I'm doing but if you knew the truth I don't think you could ever look at me in the same way. I love you my darling.
Chuck.
He rises from the bed, and down the rest of his drink. Once he makes it to the door with his bag in hand he sends the email. Her phone screen lights up but doesn't make a sound. He gives one final look to the girl he promised forever to, hoping to remember like this.
Once at his gate in the airport he must follow the guidelines. First thing you must dump your phone and wallet in the trashcan next to your gate, then find the key which is located in the boys bathroom under the sinks. That key will lead you to the utility closet where everything including your new identity will be located in the duffel bag. Chuck Bass is dead and gone, now he is Isak Swanson. If there is any chance of Chuck Bass returning to Miami he must complete the hit. Until then, this is who he is now.
"Final boarding call for flight 38." A muffled voice says.
This is it. This is goodbye.