Blair sat at her kitchen counter, digesting the information she had just received. Serena was dead. This thought sent shivers up her spine and she cringed. Serena had always been her closest best friend, even if they didn't get along some of the time. And now that she was actually gone, Blair felt empty, as if she had died with her. Or at least her feelings.

Blair was able to tell anything to Serena and they laughed and gossiped with each other. Blair felt tears prick her eyes. She massaged her temples trying to regain control, bust she just ended up bursting into sobs. Blair wasn't sure how long she had sat there, just thinking of memories and crying.

After awhile, Blair got off from the stool and went to the fridge, thinking about when Serena and her were younger. They had snuck downstairs in the middle of the night and stole an angel food cake, decorated with perfectly cut strawberries. They sat on the floor giggling as they devoured the cake. The cake was for a party that day and Dorota got furious. They had both gotten such a thrill though.

Now, Blair went to the fridge and pulled out a full Lemon Meringue pie. Blair sighed and slowly ate the whole cake bite after bite.

After she was done, she cried even harder then before, upset that Serena was gone and at herself for being so and having no will power. She stumbled into the bathroom, closing the door slightly behind her. Before she knew it, she was on her hands in knees, kneeling in front of the toilet and with her fingers down her throat.

After she had emptied out the dessert in the toilet, she got up, dizzy and rinsed her mouth. Blair then leaned against the wall and slowly slide to the ground. Her shoulders shook with violent sobs. She suddenly heard a noise and saw Chuck starring at her sadly. Blair turned her head embarrassed to be seen so vulnerable.

"Blair…are you okay?" He asked softly.

"How much did you see?" Blair asked looking at the ground.

"More then enough. Blair I thought you stopped this. It's unheal-"

"She's dead, Chuck." Blair said coldly.

"Doesn't mean you have to slowly start killing yourself."

Blair hated him right now. She stood up on shaky legs. "Why do you care anyway?" She spat.

Blair planned to walk right past him, but he grabbed her shoulders causing her to huff in annoyance.

"I do care, Blair. Please just stop doing this." He begged.

Blair sobbed and fell into Chuck's embrace, staining his shirt with tears.

"I miss her. I miss her." Blair said over and over again.

Chuck murmured to her as he lifted her and brought her to her bedroom. He delicately placed her on the bed and sat down next to her.

"Serena was so amusing., always getting so worked up about nothing." He paused to chuckle before continuing. "She was one of the nicest people I knew, if you were on her good side. Serena was a great step-sister."

Blair looked at him and saw tears shinning in his eyes. She grabbed his hand and they gazed at each other, tears running down their faces.

"I don't think I've ever seen Chuck Bass cry." Blair said. "It doesn't seem right." She took her free hand and wiped the tears that were resting on his cheek.

He smiled at her and she sighed. Chuck stroked her hair and then Blair laid her head on his chest.

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November 8th, was the day of the funeral. It was cold, dreary, and it actually started to drizzle. It was perfect weather to match everyone's mood. Everyone included, Eleanor, Eric, Bart, Chuck, Blair, Jenny, Dan, basically the whole entire community. The large crowd was all adorned in black with black umbrellas above their heads.

Everyone was silent, all that was heard was tears falling to the ground with the rain and stifled sobs and cries. Emotions were on a high there. Sad, Shocked, Denial, Empty. Dan's fist curled as he looked up to the say as if asking why. He felt the tears prick his eyes as the priest began his long speech.

"In loving memory of Serena Van der Woodsen."

Lily Bass put her black lace handkerchief to her nose, blowing it loudly. Bart put his arm around her, but managed to keep his expression blank at all times. Fellow funeral attendees looked on solemnly, a few cried, and a few brave people had their phones out, their fingers flying over the keys no doubt texting gossip girl the deets. Even though she was probably there.

Chuck stood next to Blair supporting and he placed and arm around her waist. He honestly care about Blair. She was too hurt and confused right now to be left alone, and he didn't want to see her crash. Chuck defiantly did not love her. He was just being unselfish to his friend. Nothing more. He shook his head and turned his attention back to the priest.

His voice was being droned out by the pounding of the rain and he had to strain his hearing. His tux was getting wet, by his own doing so. He had forgotten to check the weather and therefore didn't bring an umbrella. Luckily, Blair did and he was holding it above her head. She noticed this and moved over so half of her was in he rain.

Blair beckoned him to move over but he declined. He honestly didn't care about the wetness. She sighed at him disapprovingly and then attempted to pull him under the umbrella. Chuck shook his head and watched the priest as he wrapped up the ceremony.

When it was over the crowd trooped indoors to the public memorial. For once, no one in the Upper East Side felt like partying. Dan was one of them. He wanted to crawl into a deep hole and die, perhaps rotting away. But instead, he behaved and only thought of those things as he sat at an empty table enjoying the loneliness.

"Hey, Dan." He looked up to see Blair Waldorf staring at him. Shit.

"Blair…hi."

She sat down next to him. "Do you miss her?"

"Immensely. So bad it hurts." He said sighing. "It almost feels as if there is a hole where my heart used to be."

"That's how I feel." Blair glanced at Dan's uneaten plate of food and she groaned suddenly feeling very full, too full. She got up and mumbled a goodbye before stumbling towards the ladies room clutching her stomach weakly.

Across the room Chuck Bass ended his conversation with an old lady just in time to see Blair make her way through the sea of black. He quickly followed her, trying not to look too stalkerish. He made it to the hallway and was about to shout 'Blair!' when the bathroom door closed with a bang.

He knocked on the door, and waited. No answer. He contemplated. Barge in or wait patiently while he slowly started to loose his cool. Option number one sounded a lot better right now. So, Chuck stormed in calling her name.

Blair panicked and quickly picked herself off from the dirty bathroom floor, wiped her Marc Jacobs dress off and opened the stall door, only to come face to face with Chuck. Blair glared at him.

"I thought I told you to stop." Chuck said, matching his glare with hers.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone."

"Fine. I'll leave you alone, when I know your going to stop this!" He said exasperated, throwing his hands up.

Blair continued to glare at him icily.

"Look, how about we take you to a counselor?"

"And what happens if I decline."

"I'll force you to come." He said defiantly.

Blair looked at him once before, before clomping out on her stilettos.

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