A/N: Okay, this is a long time coming – sort of. Heh. I saw Blake, Penn & Leighton on ET last week, so…that inspired me. I'm pretty sure this official update is coming from the fact that I saw that flippin amazing GG S4 promo today. OH-MY-WORD. The CB moments make me so hopeful! *squeal* I'll admit, I was open-minded about the whole Chuck/Eva union all summer, but then I saw some cutesy filming scenes with them yesterday and was completely…disgusted. Lol. Must be b/c of the fact that I'm making a CB vid right now. XD Anyways, the promo makes me feel much better, and definitely gives me a different perspective to come from when writing these drabbles. Heh. *nods* Well, without further ado, here it is! =D I think it's just one, and will probably be short…and similar to ones I've done in the past, but…it bugs me, the theme of it, kinda. Heh. I'm babbling. Read on. Please review. =)

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She didn't think it'd be so hard, watching him stand there and look in love with someone else. It wasn't as if their meeting on the bridge had been that successful, or had caused her to look past all the pain, but this certainly wasn't helping matters either. Despite her demand that he stay out of her life, she had expected he would fight for her. Instead, he'd gotten in an accident she hadn't been aware of, and he'd moved on…with her.

It had been less than twenty-four hours since they'd met on that bridge. A lot of what he'd had to say had gone right over her head. She remembered him telling her he'd been shot – that had taken her by surprise. She couldn't tell if that had lessened some of her anger towards what he'd done then, but she knew some had ebbed away by now, just twelve hours later. More than words though, it had been how he looked at her. Despite any anger or loss or hurt or unnatural awkwardness that existed heavily between them, she'd seen the love in his eyes when he looked at her. It was almost painful to look at. It reminded her of so much, of every time he'd looked at her when he wasn't scheming or in a drunken state ever since that spark that had fired off that first night at Victrola, when he wasn't angry from thinking too much and dwelling on all the wrong that had happened in his life. It was like he was begging her to take him back all over again. She could remember every word he'd said when he'd begged her to take him back – every time.

Now, she felt empty. She knew she should move on. She knew she should be healed enough to move on. But she just…couldn't. All she wanted was him. Serena's countless crushes over the summer, and hers not so much, proved a lot. She'd be an idiot to even attempt denial. Deciding to face the facts had made that clear to her when she'd shown up on that bridge. She saw everything in his eyes then. Desire. Admiration. Awe. Need. It broke her heart, for both of them. I want you went unspoken throughout the whole experience, because his eyes never left her face, even if she had trouble maintaining eye contact. He probably didn't blame her. But it was over now. She had told him nothing had changed. He had left a broken man – still. She had felt bad this time. But, looking at him across the way made her wonder if he'd even been serious. He was clearly already involved with someone else. All it had taken was nearly getting killed, not that that wasn't a good excuse. But still. She'd thought their love could withstand anything. When she'd looked into his eyes the night before she'd felt how much he loved her. Had she been imagining it? Why was she even here?

Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she'd seen him excuse himself from that girl and started heading towards her. She could not have forced the tears in that moment if she'd wanted to, but she felt like she needed to cry, like it was the only option now. She couldn't even make herself hate him anymore. She wanted him. But she just couldn't let her heart break again. It had broken so many times with him. It was so easy for him to break her.

"Blair," she heard him say. "What are you doing here?" Slowly, she turned from her stare in a different direction and faced him. She had occasionally looked the other way, so he wouldn't catch her staring at him and his new girlfriend. She should have found something more beneficial and less painful to do that day, but it hadn't happened, and she wanted to see him again.

"I…" She couldn't even pass off a good excuse. She sighed. "I wanted to see you again," she admitted, actually feeling the tears tempting her now. He didn't say something, and she shook her said, eager to keep the tears at bay. She'd thought they didn't even exist, and here they were threatening to spill on her cheeks and down the rest of her face. What would she do then? There would be so much tension between them then, because he'd want to help and she wouldn't know if she could let him. He wouldn't know either. She sighed and took a deep breath.

"But," she gestured toward the girl left standing by a trio of trees where they'd been. "I can see you're occupied." His brows furrowed in panic but she did not seem to notice.

"Her name's Eva," he said, cursing himself afterwards. What was he trying to do, hurt her more? Blair nodded her head, accepting the fact. "She helped me after I got shot, and then…"

"You started dating," she finished. "She's your girlfriend." A painful zap shot through him when she said the word girlfriend. He had only ever wanted it to be her he referred to as his girlfriend. It seemed whenever things went wrong between them though, he had accepted he would never have her again. He had fought hard a few times, but mostly she had to tell him to fight for her. After what he'd done, he didn't think there would be a point to trying to get her back. He had almost proposed to her for crying out loud. It would have killed him more than any gunshot to hear her say no.

"I'm not occupied," he said after too long a silence. She wondered if he meant that in more than one sense. She looked up at him, searching his eyes for something she could not define. Very suddenly, she wanted to hold his hand. She wondered if it would burn them both. She looked down and saw the hand not leaning on the walking stick shake. It shocked her somehow. Her eyes flashed up to his.

"Do you need to sit down?" she asked without inflection, incredibly concerned. She would curse herself for it later. He shook his head, appearing on the edge of laughing over it.

"No," he said, his gaze moving from his hand back to her deep brown depths. "I won't fall over." She nodded, losing feeling in her body, drowning in the hazel-brown of his eyes. She felt her breath catch at his next words. "I'm not occupied," he said again, almost a whisper. He took a small step closer to her. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes as he cupped one side of her face with her hands. Her skin was soft against his touch. She felt incredibly warm.

"Your girlfriend," she managed, opening her eyes a little. For a moment, he was convinced she was talking about herself, but then reality hit. He released her and looked back around to Eva, who had her head tilted to the side in question. He nodded uncertainly at her. He turned back around to Blair.

"I'll be right back."

Her lips parted, eyes widening in shock. What exactly was he planning to do?

"Don't go anywhere." His eyes looked fiercely into hers.

"Chuck—" He was gone before she could finish her sentence. She had no idea what was going on. What did he want to do? Break it off with the blonde? Brush her off for the afternoon to spend the afternoon with her? She knew she could not trust herself in the current state she was in. She would kiss him. She knew she would. Despite the situation, she would kiss him. And then she would be responsible for his infidelity. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself for that. The other end wasn't pleasing either. She didn't think she could stand listening to him talking about his precious Eva for the rest of the day. A shudder ran through her.

She left before he finished talking to the blonde. From afar, it looked like he did indeed just plan to spend the afternoon with Blair. Eva seemed very accepting about it. There was clearly no break-up. Was he just stringing her along? Blair would never know. She left before he came back, and she gave him no explanation. Looking like a little lost puppy, Chuck walked slowly back to where she had stood. He couldn't see where she had gone, and he didn't want to call Eva back. She wouldn't heal this loss, wouldn't fix the hope that had arisen him just for the possibility of spending a single afternoon with his Blair. Everything in him had shattered. Again.

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A/N: Thoughts? Soon I'll write something in Chuck's POV. XD I've been doing so much in Blair's POV, mainly b/c I didn't know exactly what Chuck's 'new identity' would entail. But after seeing the promo, I at least know that he isn't really trying to conceal how much he still wants Blair, so uh…yeah. Maybe I shall attempt some with his POV. ;) As soon as I come up with another drabble idea. Heheh. Review! =D