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So, I am really sorry for not updating in about two weeks. I hope no one abandoned the story. Also, this is the last chapter.

He knows she didn't leave the hotel because she is only in her robe, so he decides to give it a shot and see if he can find her at the rooftop. She is there, giving him her back, looking at the city. He exhales in relief. He gives a few steps towards her, deciding what he is about to say next.

"You could leave him." He finally decides.

"Don't want to." She tells him still without facing him.

"You could leave him." He repeats.

"I won't."

"You could leave him." He insists.

"No." She answers again.

"You…"

"No. No." She interrupts him.

"Ah!" He exclaims. "You don't know what I was going to say there."

She looks at him. "I was reasonably sure."

"Well, now you'll never know. It's gone forever."

"What were you going to say?" She faces him.

They both look at each other, he doesn't say anything. She gives him a look, as to say "Exactly, you were going to say the exact same thing." And turns her back again.

He walks towards her and steps next to her. The city is their scenario now and Dan whishes to be like this together, but he doesn't want to be delusional and fool himself, he still tries though. With his weird sense of humor, he tries. "You're 36 now and you look like it."

"Fuck you." She tells him, she doesn't usually swear but when she does, he usually is the one in her presence.

"And next year you're 37 and two years from that you're going to be 39 and then 40 and after 40 you might as well die."

"Thanks." Blair tells him not thankful at all.

"If your husband… if your husband decides that you are too old for him to be lovable…" Dan begins, "…I will gladly tolerate you in your golden years."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Dan continues, "I'll walk you, and water you, and… I'll feed you." He smiles. Blair smiles too.

"Will Olivia live with us?"

"Of course not." Dan answers way too quickly, "She will… settle down with an actor, or a movie producer, who knows, someone who moves in her same environment."

"You will leave her for me." She doesn't say it as a question because Dan had made it clear many times tonight that still, after all this time, he will leave anyone for Blair in an instant.

"She will be the one to left me."

"Wisely." She tells him and adds, "Would we still fight?"

"No. Not all, we'll passed all that. If anything, we will only have our usual banter, here and there, nothing too serious."

"And what would we do? Play bingo on Sunday nights?"

"Please," Dan answers her, "We are way pass bingo, we will play scrabble as the intellectual snobs you know we are. Except when we are traveling, when we travel there is no scrabble, and that is a rule we are going to establish now."

"And where are we going to travel?"

"The question is where are we not going to travel? We are traveling anywhere… Guatemala, Russia, Greece, even The Dominican Republic."

"Nowhere in particular? You seem to forget I'm a little too picky." Blair says, "Maybe I'm not picky by then, maybe you manage to actually change that part of me so we would only have to spin a globe and travel to wherever our fingers land."

"And the sex…"

"Well," Blair thinks about it, "You know what? I've been in poor health since my forties so there isn't much of that."

"Is better that way, probably."

"Yeah" Blair agrees and then adds, "We sleep in separate beds."

"But sometimes I push them together."

"Why?"

"Because I remember how you looked liked before you were wrecked by old age," He tells her, "So once a week I close my eyes and rub up against you a little bit." He says the last part laughing and Blair joins him too.

"That's disgusting." She tells him.

"But you tolerate me because you know that I love you."

"Yeah, even when you're just a dirty old pervert."

"Yes I am, but I am your dirty old pervert."

Blair looks at him and then whispers, "Lucky me"

Dan looks at her for a while and then says, "And then, when we are really, really old; we agree to end it. We'll take poison, like Romeo and Juliet…"

"How cliché of you, Humphrey."

"…And we'll hold hands and both our hearts will stop."

"Only my poison, like Juliet's, is not. It is a faux elixir. So you think I'm dead, but I'm not."

"Right. I forgot that part."

"So about ten minutes after you die for good, I wake up."

"And what do you do?"

"Well, I'm really sad that you are dead and everything but, I think about it well; I was never the kind of suicide girl. So, I pack my bags, and take the first flight to London," Dan looks at her between bewilderment and a little amused, "and back to my real husband."

"Romantic."

"Yes." Blair says smiling and then suddenly asks, "What time is it?"

Dan checks his watch. "It's late."

"How..?"

"It's late."

"How late?" She says leaning on to take a glimpse of his watch.

"I should probably lie to you." He says but Blair already saw the hour, "Ok, it's 3:15 a.m."

"No!" Blair shouts and starts running towards her room. Dan as always, follows her. When they are in her room again she tells him, "I'm going to get a quick shower. Can you please make sure that I have everything packed, please?"

Her nerve. But she is too quick and is already in the bathroom so Dan can't say no. He doesn't even know how he got into this place, well, of course he knows but he didn't imagine he will end the night like this. He thought that if he saw her he was going to ignore her and if he talked to her he will make sure she knew what she had missed. God, he failed miserably. But he couldn't control himself, he just couldn't. For someone so sure of himself he destroyed his own walls every time he was with Blair Waldorf.

"Glad I ran into you," He yells at the bathroom door, hoping that she is hearing him. "Glad we saw each other after all this time." He is being honest and he hopes she is hearing him; he wants her to hear this, "I have imagined this so often, you know?" he pauses; "Tomorrow I will wonder if it happened at all." He makes sure everything is packed.

"I'm glad I ran into you," He repeats a little bit louder this time, in case she didn't heard him before, for he hopes that she hears him. "But somehow I feel much lonelier than I felt before." He pauses again, "Yeah… I used to think I could call you, have lunch, and even get married again. As simple as that." He thinks he is done packing everything, except her bridesmaid's dress, it doesn't fit in her luggage. "The promise of all those old romantic films we used to watch, those dreams fulfilled. Spilled milk that gets back into its jar; broken teacups miraculously reassembled…" He sighs, "You know, time can really move in two directions. It doesn't matter to the universe anyway. Which is to say… which is to say… which is…"

He hears that Blair is done with her shower. He hears that water is not running anymore and he hopes more than ever that she is listening to him. "I don't know. Which is to say that I thought that we could still turn out. Now everything seems so much definite. It seems so much real. It seems so much terminal." He pauses and thinks, "No spilled milk will get back to its jar; and a broken teacup is always a broken teacup." He sits in the bed, "You know, it is funny because everyone thinks they shouldn't mention you to me. But the omission… the omission only makes it worst. I like to hear about you sometimes."

"I love you," Dan tells her and he is still hoping that behind that door he is listening to him, "For better or for worse, you can take that on your travels." He notices that her wallet is near him, he is curious enough to open it. "Shit." He finds pictures of little girls; honestly, what was he expecting?

Just then Blair opens the door, "Where you saying something? I couldn't hear you because of the water." Either she didn't heard him or she decides to ignore him.

"Nothing important." Dan manages to say while still looking at her wallet.

Blair glances at him and gets near him enough to point at a picture in her wallet, "That's my husband."

Dan then shows her the pictures of the little girls. "That is Anya, she is nine years old." Dan points at another picture, "And that is Eliza, she is fourteen years old."

"They look like a handful."

"They're not bad."

"Are they… are they yours?"

"No, they belong to another woman."

He doesn't know if she is being sarcastic or not so he decides to push, "Are they from your husbands' first marriage?"

"Yes. You are probably wondering about their names, well, my husband is also an Audrey enthusiast just like me, weird in a man, I know, but I swear it is the only weird thing he has."

"So he watches movies with you?"

"Well of course we watch a movie now and then but if you are wondering Humphrey, and I know you do, don't worry, we don't watch movies as much as you and I used to, we do other things."

"Your bridesmaid dress didn't fit in your luggage." That is the only thing he can say.

"Can you do me a favor and give it back to your sister? She can send it to the original seventh bridesmaid."

"I don't think that is a good idea. You are not supposed to give it back."

"Well then, you can keep it. A souvenir of your conquest."

"No, Olivia might ask questions and…"

"Yeah, of course." Blair says, "Can you throw it away on your way home? I don't care…"

Dan just grabs the dress, opens the window, and throws it away.

"Hey!" Blair says walking towards the window as well, "That is not what I had in mind."

The cell phone rings, seems like her phone so she opens it and see's the caller ID. "It is Olivia." She passes the cell phone to Dan and encourages answering it. Dan ignores the call. "That is two times she calls while you're with me, if I'm not wrong." She tells him.

"Well, good thing she called again because our cell phones are the same. You could have taken mine and I could have taken yours. Imagine if your husband called, because unlike you, I would have answered the phone."

"You wouldn't…"

"Don't dare me." They switch phones and now they have their own phones.

"I have been meaning to ask you something, Blair. Can I… can I ask you?"

"I don't know, can you?"

"Blair," Dan says to her looking at her eyes, "It is serious."

"Yes you can, but I don't guarantee that I answer it."

"I want you to answer my question," Dan tells her, "Anyway, is… the thing is; I want to know. What happened?"

"I already told you Dan, I didn't want you to realize someday that you deserved better. Because you deserve better, you deserve the best, and I have proven to you that I am not the best. I left you after all."

"But Blair, what if I told you I don't deserve what you think is the best? I deserve you, I want you. For me, you are the best. And I would have never had second thoughts. Never. Can't you see that?"

"Dan, you have to stop begging me to come back. I am not coming back. I realize now that you were never going to had second thoughts; but I left you, I made a choice and that is not something you can't just forget. I don't want you to forget."

"But I will, I will forget… in fact, it is done."

"But would you forgive?"

Dan couldn't answer her as quickly as he wanted. The fact is that he feared that what Blair told him was right. He wasn't 100% sure that he could forgive.

"You have your answer." Blair tells him.

"Are you happy at least?" He asks her for the second time tonight.

"As much as I can be." Blair answers him sincerely, "When I left you I didn't knew if I could love again, if my heart could love again, I had made too many mistakes but with my husband, it is different. It is light, and I have to confess, is not the same love we share, and if it is, it is not with the same intensity. And the girls, I have learned to love them as my own. I can't see myself just leaving them; with them is where I belong."

Dan wants to tell her that she belongs with him but refrains from doing so. "That reminds me of something else I wanted to ask you."

"Go on."

"When you left me, I know, I know you were pregnant… what happened?"

"I told you about my accident. I was hit by a car."

Dan wanted to cry, not this. He couldn't manage this. Earlier when she mentioned the accident he did wondered, but because she didn't mentioned anything he just assumed the best. "You lost the baby…?" It was all that he managed to ask.

She didn't answer him; she was holding her tears too. They looked at each other and after she managed to compose herself said, "I don't know what I'm telling you this but, I can't have children; I can't get pregnant. I discovered it when my husband and I were trying to have children of our own. I went to the doctor and she told me that after two traumatic miscarriages, in the physical sense because they were caused by accidents, but I guess you can add emotional trauma as well; my body was not able to hold a baby anymore. I know you were listening when I was talking to my husband in the bathroom and you heard that I told him that I was thinking about something. I want you to know that we are thinking about adopting, and I think I'm going to accept it. I know it sounds selfish but I wanted to keep hope and get pregnant, you know, experience motherhood right from the start. But I realize now that adopting is the same, you love your child the same, I will love my child the same. I think I'm telling you this because I want you to know that in spite of what happened tonight, I am not leaving him. I want a family, and I want it with him. If I had your child I would had loved him or her with all my soul. Maybe things would have turn out differently, I don't know. But things are not that way and now I know where my place is."

He looks at her, she looks at him. And he has the sudden urge to hug her so he does. And they stay there, hugging each other for what seems like hours, it feels like goodbye.

He gets dressed while she gets dressed and when they are both ready they leave the room and the hotel together. He stops a taxi for her. Just when she is about to get in he asks her, "Then what was the purpose of tonight? If you know where your place is, why did you came?"

"Do you want me to tell you that I was hoping to see you?"

"Yes, and I want you to mean it."

"I did came back to see you, for a last time. I needed it, and I think you needed it too. We needed this… this… closure. You got to say what you wanted to say and God knows I said what I wanted to say."

"I guess you are right, I needed this as much as you needed it, even more."

"What I said before… I meant it. You can't continue living like this."

"I know." And he meant it as well. They looked at each other and he realized that this was it, It will probably be the last time he saw her. He knew she didn't have any links to New York anymore, to him. So he allowed himself a last kiss, she allowed herself a last kiss as well, it was a short but sweet one.

They look at each other again, contemplating each other and then he closes the door for her. And she leaves. She is gone. He doesn't follow this time.

He waits for a while before he takes a taxi as well. "You care which way I go?" The taxi driver asks him. "I don't care" He answers.

Meanwhile Blair is in her taxi thinking about everything. What had just happened. She didn't left anything unsaid, she feels at peace. "You care which way I go?" The taxi driver asks her. "No." She answers.

"My sister got married last night." Dan tells his taxi driver.

"Congratulations."

"I want her to do great, but I have a feeling. I think she's going to be unhappy. "

"I wouldn't worry. These things work themselves out."

"You're not from here, are you?" Blair's taxi driver asks her because he notices her slight accent.

"No." Blair answers him, "I used to be from here, but not anymore."

"Are you married?" Dan asks his taxi driver.

"Yes."

"Happy?"

"Happy enough." The taxi driver answers Dan.

"Good for you." Dan tells him, "It is good to be happy." He pauses, "But it is so fucking hard."

THE END.

I really wish you enjoyed this last chapter. Please, please, let me hear what you think. This is the last chapter after all and I know there are many people that read this even when there are not too many reviews. I really hope you liked it, I mean, aside of they not ending together. But I think this story was more of closure than anything.