A/N So I am very VERY upset with the season three ending! But anyways here you go, not really the best but dont worry there's more to come that will be better! Please review
She was in central park standing under the Alice in Wonderland statue, how the fuck had she gotten to central park? The sun was shining, but wasn't it just the middle of the night? Then she realized what she wearing, her Constance Uniform. Then she reached up to her head to realize she was wearing a headband with a big bow. She didn't have to take it off to know which one it was, it was her signature red one. What the hell was going on? Was everything had happened, a beautiful horrid dream? Had her and Chuck never got together was it just a figment of her imagination? Hadn't she died to forget all of this? Was this her own person hell, to relive what happened again and again? Then she felt something in her hand that confirmed her fears, her heart pin, that Nate had returned and she had given to Chuck. Then she saw the paper that was sitting besides her, she picked it up and glared at the headline with shimmery eyes
"I'm Blair Waldorf, I can be dead, but he cant." She said as tears began to fall from her eyes. How could it be possible to die when you were dead she wondered.
What the fuck was he doing in Central Park? Why in the hell was the shining and why didn't he feel drunk and why was he standing behind the Alice in Wonderland statue. He looked down to see that he was wearing his St. Judes uniform. What. The . Fuck? He needed scotch stat! He couldn't deal with the fact that maybe he had lost his mind and that he had never told Blair that he loved her, that they had never shared nights of immense passion. Hadn't he died to forget all of this? Was this his own person hell to relieve Then he felt something his hands that confirmed his fear, his monogrammed cashmere scarf that he had given her. Then he saw the paper that was sitting besides him, he picked it up and stared at the headline with hollowed eyes.
"I'm Chuck Bass. I may be dead, but she cant."
They both began to walk away and ran smack into the only other person in the park. Themselves.
"Blair." He whispered and raised a hand to stroke her cheek. She felt her breath catch in her throat.
"Chuck." She finally managed to choke out.
"Why?" They both asked at the same time.
"Because I couldn't live without you!" They both said again.
"There had to be breaking point though Blair." He said gently as he reached out and pulled her close.
"Not really, I had been planning it for a long time, just breathing was becoming a hard task." She whispered into his chest. "What was your breaking point."
"You were everywhere I went, sometimes not even in person, in memory. I couldn't turn away and I couldn't live with that. I either needed you or needed to stop remembering."
" I just couldn't play the game anymore." Blair whispered into his chest.
"I ended the game when I jumped." He whispered to her.
"No I ended the game when I jumped!" What the hell couldn't he just give her this one thing, letting her have her forfeiture? Then they both looked into each other's eyes
"We both lost." They said in unison.
"Do you think were dead? Because If I'm dead this is not where I want to end up. Central park sure it has class but seriously?" Blair moaned as they sat down.
"At least's it's not hell."
"How do you know it's not hell?"
"Because if it was hell then we would be suffering alone."
"Good point Bass." Then she tried to put her hand in the blazer pocket only to touch the cold metal of the heart pin. She slowly pulled it on and stared at in her palm.
"I believe this is your's… if you'll take it. Even though you've always had my heart, it's nice to know you hold it." She said simply and the looked up at him with a hopeful smile. He gently plucked it out her hands.
"And I believe this is yours." He said wrapping his scarf around her neck.
"So if were not dead…"
"Then this is one hell of a reunion." He said and kissed her lips gently.
"Chuck….."
"You don't have to say it Blair, I know."
"When do you think we will wake up?"
"Do you really want to wake up?"
"Not really, but we are going to have to sometime, Chuck it's either that or die."
"Promise me something Blair, promise me that you will be there."
"As long as you promise me that you will be there."
"Always Blair." He touched her face with a pale hand that looked almost ghostly looking hand. Then she looked up at his face and noticed that it was also fading.
"CHUCK!" she screamed at him and his last move before he completely faded away was his arm reaching out to her, silently screaming her name.
