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Summary:

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. All characters and inspiration come from Gossip Girl.

Her

I knew it was too good to be true. Who is she?

It was only for an instant. But the moment she saw her, she knew. The girl was fair but with dark features, running in a floor length ball gown.

She was beautiful—more beautiful than Eva could ever hope to be. But there was something else. A high-class girl running out of a cab in a gown was eye-catching enough.

But then there was that girl. She was the blonde wearing equally expensive attire. It was the money, Henry's insistence on being vague, and a beautiful rich girl.

Without even a look to Eva, the dark haired girl ran past her, holding up her skirts in her haste. And the blonde looked at her. Sadness flooded her eyes as the girl saw her.

And Eva knew. Whatever it was, she had never seen someone run like that for someone else in her life. And that familiar sad face told her everything she needed to know.

She didn't answer at first. She just stood there. She just waited for a moment.

"She knows him," the girl finally said. "We're his family."

"He told me he didn't have any."

"He didn't think that he did," the blonde says. "But he'll always have her. No matter what happens. I'm sorry."

Eva knew that she truly was. There was no doubt that this girl was genuine.

"And her?" Eva asked. "She's his family too?"

The blonde sighed. "I don't know how to describe what they are. But—"

"She couldn't let him go."

"She can't not see him one last time," she said. "He's my brother. And we all care about him."

Finally the girl walked past her.

But not stopping for a moment. "I really am sorry."

As Eva watched her go, she knew what that meant.

It meant there was nothing to be helped. There was nothing to come in between two people that loved each other.

And that's what this was. It was two people in love. Two people that loved each other so much someone would apparently abandon some society event to run to a train station in heels.

That was love.

Dreams

You should have told me you got shot.

I'm surprised you didn't shoot me yourself.

I have. Many times in my dreams. The good ones.

She always dreamed of him. She dreamed of him every night. She would sit up suddenly in her bed, drenched in sweat; she had seen Chuck again. They were all a matter of different things. They were mostly things that she never wanted to see again. And sometimes, they were even worse. She would remember the times they were together and had been in love.

But mostly, they weren't.

Mostly they were full of blood in tears. Mostly she just thought of when she would see him again.

Those were the good ones.

The good ones when he would smirk and sneer the way he used to. And she would be so full of hate. She would remember how he had betrayed her.

She would remember how she still loved him.

Sometimes it was a gun. Sometimes it was her own hands on her throat. But in her dreams, she killed him. She killed him the way he killed her.

His blood washed her hands and suddenly, it wasn't bad anymore. It was the good dreams where she would cradle his head in her lap. No matter what happened, she would always love him. That's the way it had been and the way it always be.

"Hey."

He breathed easily, and smiled up at her. He would actually smile with no hint of arrogance or confidence—just sweetly.

"Hi," he replied.

They were both covered in blood, but her insides were no longer twisted up with confusion. It was just the two of them.

"I hurt you," she said.

"I hurt you first."

Those were the good dreams. She would hold him, blood pouring from a bullet wound.

She had no idea that it was so prophetic.

Fairytales

I can't live in this fairytale.

I promise, this is not a story for little girls.

But, I've been using it to run away from my real life on the Upper East Side. Someone there did something for me that I have to honor.

"You owe it to her and everyone else you're leaving behind not to run away. Which is what you're doing."

She had seen him before. Watched him limping with a sort of lost look about him. But this was the first time she was really looking at him.

And her heart was breaking.

It squeezed and throbbed just to see him again. It had been three months. She had no idea how it would make her feel. She wanted to be disgusted and unrepentant at the sight of him.

But it was just Chuck. It was her Chuck and she never wanted to feel this way again. Seeing those tickets in his hand, dressed in something he would never touch in his life, literally having to be supported by a cane made her feel.

He would never stop making her feel.

He would never stop showing her the truth.

Because the truth was, she was doing the same thing. She watched him take the box, his hands almost shaking, tears flooding both of their eyes. And she knew they were just as connected as they had been before.

They always would be.

Even after hoping to sever everything that they had, Blair knew that much. Even after them breaking yet again, they always found themselves in the same place. They both found themselves in a train station in Paris, trying to run away.

Maybe it wasn't from each other, but they were always the same. That was something that she could never deny.

And as the words left her mouth, she knew that he wasn't the only one she was talking about.

His head dipped and she knew he was always more accepting of the things that she said than she was. Everything they knew would go unsaid. She saw the minimalist garb on him just as much as he saw her flowing ball gown. He had broke her heart and she broke his as he held the felt box in his hand.

They stood there for long moments, staring at each other without a word.

"I don't love you anymore."

But tears still filled her eyes and heartbreak still plagued him.

And they stared. They never had to say words. They always knew what the other was thinking. They could always carry on conversations without uttering a word.

And he knew that she had to go.

She couldn't say that she'd see him in New York. He couldn't admit to the love that still raged passionately within him.

As they walked away from each other, it was the first time she knew that she couldn't run away any longer. As much as she refused to be a part of Chuck anymore, she knew that could never be.

Just as she knew they could never be.

But he was still Chuck. And she was still Blair.

They would always have something, even if it were just platonic acceptance. But it was them. And he was the only one that could ever make her see. He was the only one who ever accepted her as she was and made her understand the things that she had to do.

He was a reflection of her just as she was of him. And she knew he would never do it on purpose. He never knew the effect he had on her. But as he agreed to do this one thing for her, she knew she had to do the same for him.

She had always been attracted to the fairytale. She was sure that they ended for a reason, but when a real prince showed interest in her, it wasn't something she could just ignore.

But that was how she knew.

She was given the choice and she knew that she would choose Chuck Bass every time. Maybe they weren't supposed to be together, but he was her soul mate. No matter what happened between them, that would always be true.

She would always pick him first. He was real. He was lost and broken.

And so was she.

Fairytales always held something for her. But Chuck transcended that altogether. He didn't think of her as something in a storybook but made her real.

This wasn't a story for little girls. She wasn't a little girl anymore. She saw what was real.

If he could be strong, then she knew that she could be too.