Title: Nothing

Author: Shelby

Summary: "I don't know your name. I don't know who you are. You're nothing." Chuck and Blair one-shot set in the future after 3.17 assumptions. Warning: Very Dark!

A/N: So this came to me in a dream. Sorry if the second installment sucks. Now this piece will be left alone. I can take it down if you like only the first part after. Once again mostly dialogue since that is part of the theme.

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10 Years Later –

"Blair, you can't do this to yourself."

"I'm not myself. I don't know whom you're talking about! I don't want to be here anymore!"

"I'm talking about you, god damn it! You're Blair, Blair Waldorf! I know that girl is down in there somewhere! She wouldn't jump off a bridge! You can get better! I-I can help you…"

"No, no one can help me. I'm already dead. Don't you see it? I'm pale and lifeless. I don't live so why bother breathing?"

"Because… because I love you and I-I can't let you go. I watch you every day and I know you hate me, but-"

"I don't hate you. I don't know you. I've never seen you before."

"Yes, you have."

"No, you're not even real. This is all a figment of my imagination… all-all of it is."

"I know you're down in there somewhere. I know that I destroyed you, but you're still there. I can feel it. I don't care what the doctor's say. You're still there."

"Stop talking, just stop!"

"Get away from the edge! Blair, you can't do this, please! Don't do this to yourself, to me!"

"I don't know you! Just go away!"

"Please don't cry, baby. I don't want to make you cry."

"You don't make me do anything. My tears aren't real. They don't have emotion behind them, they-"

"I know, you've told me. You tell everyone and I know you remember too. Just step down from the edge and look at me, Waldorf. You'll find yourself; you'll fine me. Remember when I used to call you Waldorf?"

She shook her head, tears streamed down her face, and her feet took a step closer to the edge.

"They're coming for me. I don't know you. I can't let them find me. I can't let you find me. I have to win. I have to win."

"No!"

He jumped towards her and encircled her in his arms. They both wobbled on the ledge, but he regained his balance. She struggled against him, but then fell limp.

"I can't let you."

"Let me go."

"Blair?"

"Please, don't make me stay this way."

"Blair, that's you. Tell me it's you. I can see it in your eyes… I-I can."

Sirens sounded in the distance.

"Let me go."

"No, I love you. And I see you. It's you. I'm here, you know who I am. I know you do."

"I'll never get out again. I'm going to die alone in there."

"No, you won't."

"Why won't you let me go free? Why do you want me to remain a prisoner?"

"I can get you out of that place. I can look after you."

"I'd still be trapped. I'm trapped! Don't you understand! I hate this body! I hate this person! I hate me!"

Tiny fists pounded against his chests as crazed cries echoed all around them. They stopped, all silenced, and their eyes connected.

"You-you're my Blair."

"I'm not."

"I know that you don't like being this way, but you can't die. I can't let you go. I love you. I-"

"Set me free, Chuck."

"What?"

"Please. Do it for me. Help me be free."

"You-you said my name. You-you are Blair."

"It won't last. I don't want it to. Don't make me stay long enough for me to be lost again. You have to let me go. You have to."

"Not without me."

He stepped closer, wrapped his arms around her and took a step back towards the ledge.

"No, no you can't."

"Don't make me go back, Blair. Let me be free."

"You-you want to go with me?"

"I won't stay without you."

"I love you, Chuck."

"They're coming."

"By the time they get here, we'll be nothing."

"Together."

He pushed his lips upon hers. Two bodies fell into absolute darkness. The morning found their shells, but they were gone.

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A/N: So did it suck?