A Fallen Angel, The Devil Redeemed

Her Heaven

Inspire by one of my favorite authors. This has a bit of a similar theme to her one story.

There might be mentions about suicid3 or things that relate to the topic. Don't read if it triggers you <3

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"I knew you'd be here." Chuck told her, sitting next to Blair on the sand. It was three thirty in the afternoon, and twelve year old Blair suddenly felt like watching the sunset alone as she let herself cry over the events that happened today.

"My mother is just the worst, isn't she? Always commenting about how overweight I am." Her voice broke, along with Chuck's heart.

He cared for her. Cared for her so much that he wanted to take Eleanor down for doing this to her daughter. She was the cause for most of Blair's insecurities.

"Parents really do suck, don't they?" He tried to make her feel better, but she looked so sad he felt as if no words would ever be able to at least make her smile.

"They do." She whispered, and hugged her knees, the cold air hugging her, too.

"Do you want to go for a swim?" Chuck asked, staring at the water in front of them. The waves were not harsh today, same with the wind. They spotted a few people riding their yachts. They had done that yesterday, Her, Chuck, Nate and Serena, and Blair secretly admitted that it was a very fun day.

It was summer of 2002, and it was tradition for the four of them to spend their summer together. This time, not in the Hamptons. For some reason, the beach sounded a lot better. It immediately became her safe place.

It was cold, but she found herself nodding to him. Minutes later, the pair of brunettes were on the water, splashing each other as they giggled and fooled around.

"The water is officially my own heaven, where everything is only peaceful and quite." She confessed, and he smiled softly in response.

Chuck knew. He always knew how to make her better. If words couldn't make Blair smile, then better to act than speak.

In the end, she rewarded him with a giggle. Much more better than a smile.

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Her eyes widened. Her body froze, and her heart was beating so fast. What did she just witness?

"Blair-" She stepped back when he stepped closer. A sign of guilt flashed in his eyes, and he wished she would give him a chance to explain.

But she just couldn't. Not after what she had just seen. Blair needed to get out of there. Anywhere but there, in her own penthouse, maybe even out of the city.

The sight of Harold and Roman together. . . kissing, it was too much to take. And so, she ran, even with the voices behind her that told her to stop.

She had no time to pack her things. All she had with her was the purse she brought from having a breakfast date with Chuck this morning. Her purse had her wallet, thank God, lipstick, a pen, a handkerchief, her phone, and a small mirror. It was all she had.

As much as she needed to go back and bring more things with her, she couldn't bring herself to. Harold would still be there, and he would be with Roman. Her mother's fucking client.

How could he do that to her? It would be a question unanswered for at least a few weeks. Or a month. A year? Blair was not mad about the fact that it was a guy her father was kissing. Well, maybe partly, but not in a homophobic way. It was the fact that he was married to her mother and it looked like their affair had been going around for a long time now.