Thank you so much for the reviews! This is my first fic so they're really helpful. I felt if I had another chapter without a time jump I'd be dragging out the sadness which can become boring to read, so I decided to jump forward about a month for this chapter. All reviews are welcome, enjoy!

"Spotted: Blair Waldorf strolling the streets of Paris – alone. Has our queen B left the Upper East Side for good? Who knows, but don't worry everyone, no matter where B goes I will always follow.

You know you love me,

xoxo gossip girl"

Blair sighed as she snapped her cell phone shut. The whole reason she had agreed to this trip was to get away from the upper east side and also, from gossip girl. It had been Serena's idea for Blair to go to Paris. At least until she cleared her head and came to terms with everything.

She had been trying her best to erase her memory of everything to do with Chuck. It was the easier option opposed to dealing with her grief, but she was learning the hard way that there truly was no remedy for memory. Everywhere she went he caught up with her.

She never understood what those words had meant when Chuck said them to her what felt like a lifetime ago. Now she understood. Everything she did reminded her of him and she couldn't fight it or run away from it. She had to deal with it.

She strolled through the busy streets of Paris, knowing where she wanted to go. It sounded stupid but the place that comforted her the most was Pierre Hermé's bakery. Home to her favourite treats- especially the macaroons. She reached the bakery and stared in the window. Everything looked too good to eat but she knew what she wanted as always. Something stopped her from entering the bakery though. She felt eyes on her as if she was being watched. In the reflection of the window she saw a with eyes firmly fixed on her. The dark hair, prominent jaw line and perfectly dry-cleaned suit made her do a double take.

"No" she gasped. She took her eyes off the man for a second to spin around and look at him properly. Only he was gone.

Was it possible he was.. alive?! She knew they still hadn't found a body but she had given up hope by the second week of the search. He was Chuck Bass! If anybody could find his way back after that crash it would be him. Right? But the resemblance had been uncanny. She must have been dreaming. If that really had been Chuck he would have wasted no time in confronting her, he would have run to her. Just like she would have if the situation was reversed. So why had the stranger been staring so intensely at her?

"This is crazy. I'm crazy." she thought out loud.

She needed to get back to Harold and Roman's before she did something stupid.

"Blair I can't. I have to go alone. I made a deal those were my father's terms. Just.. have faith in me. This one last time."

"But I've waited too long I need to be with you now!"

"Blair, trust me. Letting me go is the right thing to do."

"NO. NO. DON'T LEAVE ME." She screamed, thrashing around in her bed. Dorota burst through the door. Had she been talking in her sleep again?

Ever since her return to the upper east side, Blair had been having the same nightmares every night.

"Miss Blair, you want warm milk? Its help with heartbreak as well as sleep you know."

"Thank you Dorota, but I won't be needing anything. Just the same bad dreams. The only way to deal with them is to wake up and look! I'm awake. Now you can go back to doing whatever it is you like to do at 2:30 in the morning."

She did her best to sound as much like Blair Waldorf as she could. She knew Dorota was worried about her, everybody was.

"But Miss Blair I just think-"

"Enough Dorota. I am fine. At least I will be once I can get back to sleep! Please, you know where the door is."

Without another word, Dorota silently left the room leaving Blair alone. Ever since the incident outside Pierre Hermé 3 weeks previously, she had been having the same horrific nightmares, all about Chuck. It was okay before. When she slept she was getting away from the heartbreak which had taken over her life. Now it had taken over her dreams too.

She couldn't go on like this. Wondering if Chuck was dead or alive was exhausting. The thought consumed her yet she could do nothing about. If it really had been him that day in Paris there must have been a pretty good reason as to why he is in hiding, she knew him well enough to know that at least. But what could be so important he would have to pretend he's dead to get it?

Blair knew Chuck wanted to take down Bart Bass- so did she after what he did to her. To Chuck. Wouldn't he just have to tell people how Bart had tried to have his own son killed to take him down? Surely that would prove what a dishonest man he was...

PROOF! That's why he's stayed away! He doesn't have any proof. And until he can find some, he can't come back! If he returned now, Bart would simply try and have him killed again.

"Smart guy" she smirked at his logic.

Blair was proud of herself and the way she was still so in sync with his thoughts. How had she not come up with this before? However, the fact that he might actually be dead was forcing its way in to her mind. What if the man she saw was just a stranger who so happened to look exactly like the man she loved? What if she had been seeing things? What if it was a ghost? The word made her shudder.

She needed answers! If Chuck really was alive then she needed to see him in real life. Face to face. That would be the only way she could ever believe it. Otherwise she would be doubting herself for the rest of her life, and Blair Waldorf doesn't doubt herself.

For the first time in weeks she closed her eyes with a smile on her face. She had a plan and she was determined to make it work.