So… I've seen that some of you wanted me to continue the one-shot I wrote and make a sequel, but I just couldn't do that. Don't really know why…

But I'm going to make a story out of the same situation, but somehow different.

This story is about the heartbreaking scene from episode 2x23 where in Chuck lied to Blair 'cause somehow that stupid ass thinks that he isn't good enough. (As if. Where could he possibly get that idea. I don't know why I'm so obsessed with him… Okay that's a lie, but still). And where her life is a week after that.

This chapter is more like a prologue, it's the scene from Blair's POV.

I hope you like it, if you do, than please review :)

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0. Cutting loose.

"What are we Chuck?" Unwillingly she pressed her nails into the palm of her hand. She wasn't supposed to ask him this. Not again. He was supposed to finally own up to it and tell her that he loved her. Or something close to that.

"Blair –"

"Last fall you said we couldn't be together," she cut him off. "And I believed you." Of course she believed him. He could make anyone believe anything, she was no exception to that. Sure she saw how much harder it was for him to convince her of something she didn't want to believe – almost to hard, but not impossible.

"But every time I try to move on you are right there… Acting like—"

"Acting like what?" he dared.

"Like…" she whispered, longing to say it out loud. But she wasn't going to play that game. Not now. First he had to give her some hope that it wasn't all a waste of time. She couldn't waste time anymore, not when she was sure it would never work out, she was growing up way to fast for that.

She sighed silently. "Maybe you just want me to be as unhappy as you are…"

"I would never wish that on anyone." Oh. Just the way he looked at her when he said that, giving her a short, breathtaking look at the vulnerable soul he owned. It took her all her self-control not to try to comfort him.

"I want you to be happy." She couldn't afford to hesitate and enjoy the beauty of those words. She had to keep her focus. That sentence didn't mean anything yet.

"Then look down deep into the soul I know you have and tell me if what you feel for me is real— or if it's just a game." No, she tried to beg him with her eyes. No don't tell me that. Never tell me anything like that. You can play with me, pull my strings, let the pain you're giving me rip me up from the inside out, but don't you ever tell me such thing.

"If it is real," she continued, praying to a God she never believed existed that it was real. "We'll figure it out. All of us." She didn't care about the 'all of us,' about Nate. She was selfish, Chuck was selfish and all they cared about was them.

"But if it is not…" She could feel the tears only at the thought of that possibility. Her core screaming in agony, when she imagined that he would admit that it wasn't real.

"Then please Chuck, just let me go." The first tear rolled over her cheek. Surely he could see how much she wanted – no needed him to definitely don't do anything like that. She would let him pull her closer only to push her away, if they still were attached somehow. And as long as he didn't let her go, there would always be a way.

Emotions were flashing in his eyes, but they were to fast for her what they were made of. The silence was choking her. Then suddenly there was a little smile on his face and she knew it was wrong.

"It's just a game."