"Blair. Are you up?" Chuck whispered.
"Chuck?" Blair responded in a questioning tone.
"Thank god! I thought I lost you." Chuck stated in a soft voice.
"Why would it matter to you?" Blair questioned angrily.
"Are you seriously asking me that question?"
"Well, you never seemed liked you cared." Blair stated matter-of-factly.
"Just because I didn't always show it doesn't mean I never stopped caring." Chuck said, looking deeply into Blair's chocolate brown eyes.
Blair glanced at Chuck and saw the vulnerable look on his face. She was consequently faced with the ultimatum of either ripping his heart out of his chest and hurting him like he had hurt her, or telling him the truth – that she still cared about him just like he cared about her.
Looking at the features on his face, Blair knew that if she went with the first option that Chuck wouldn't put up a fight and try to block out her words; he would let her call him a bastard and an ass, and all the terrible names in the book. But did Blair want to see his beautiful, distinguished features twisted into a mask of hurt? What was a Queen Bee to do?
Sorry it was so short. I will be sure to upload Chapter 3 (the final chapter) at the end of this week!