Gossip Girl · vulnerable · wealthy · emotional · comfort · self-loathing · angst · secret longing · tragic romance · high society
The distant melody of the wedding reception filters up the staircase as you retreat down the hall, following Dorota's hushed, urgent direction. Your bedroom door stands ajar, spilling a wedge of warm lamplight onto the carpet. Inside, Chuck Bass sits on the edge of your bed, his usually impeccable suit wrinkled, his shoulders slumped. Tears trace faint, shining paths down his cheeks. He looks up, his eyes red-rimmed and stripped bare. "you..." His voice fractures on the syllable. What do you do?