Chuck was nestled by the crackling fire nursing a glass of scotch.
Shocker.
He deeply regretted saying those hurtful words to Blair. It was just his temper getting the best of him, and it did.
"I always knew you were a slut."
He tightned his grip on the glass and took one more gulp and finished it off. She had been gone for quite a while now, he had to find her.
Grabbing his wool coat, he stormed out and wasn't coming back until he found what he was looking for.
The movies were right, the pain you felt was like a thousand knives stabbing into your body, the worst thing you could do was panic. It was also the easiest thing to do. Of course Blair panicked. Flapping her arms, screaming till her throat was raw, uncontrollable thoughts, she was a mess. Just before the last plunge into the icy depths, she managed to say a last "phrase".
"O-ohh G-God, I-I-I love him." she whispered brokenly. Her eyes were going black and all she could do was scream. It was all slowing down.
This was it.
The snow was pouring down from the sky but Chuck didn't care. It must've been 10 degrees, again, Chuck didn't care. His mind was racing, maybe she went shopping - no. Maybe she went for a walk, yes, that was it, he knew his Blair. All he could think about was finding her and sweeping her off her feet, kissing her, loving her. These thoughts were cut short when he heard water viciously splashing and scratchy screams. It was her.
God, no.
His feet grew wings, he had never run this fast in his life, fearing it would be too late. She would be gone forever, and it would be all his doing. Suddenly his vision was clouded with the sight of a black coat bobbing up and down in an icy lake. Blair. He was especially careful coming upon the patch of ice where she probably broke through. he finally got to her. Shit, it was cold. Her lips were actually blue, her face was as white as a ghost, and she was limp. He cursed the heavens for having done this to her. Then he scooped her up and ran, that was all he could do, run. He had to get her warm and dry, fast.
She suddenly felt warm, not hot, comfortably warm. It hurt to open her eyes, but she didn't care. A man, a handsome man was what she saw. Without thinking, she whispered...
"N--N-Nate?"
Shocked, hurt, scared. Did she honestly think Nate was saving her from her watery grave? She was probably so out of it. He loved her to much to get mad at her. So he clutched her even more tightly and kept reassuring her.
"Blair, it's alright, you're going to be fine..."
"I'm soo cold, and I-I feel so... w-weak.", she forced out.
He was losing her.
He basically kicked open the door and rushed her to the fire, stripped her of her wet garments, and he wasn't even looking. He was really scared. One he got her into a fluffy robe and socks, he picked her up and put her on the couch and piled on as many blankets as he could find. Her hair was allover her face, her teeth were chattering, her eyes were closed but tears seeping through them. She was a disaster. A beautiful diaster.
She opened her eyes to Chuck, the worry spread throughout his dark eyes. Wait where was she?
"W-Where am I?"
He couldn't believe it, she was speaking clearly, almost anyway. he thought he lost her, for good. He was happy yet concerned for what was to come...
"Chuck..." she sobbed
"Blair..." he sighed and grabbed onto her, stroking her back, never ever wanting to let her out of his sight again...
TBC
