A.N I really want to thank everyone for sticking with this story. I really just wanted to examine the idea of world in which people were told who to love in the most clinical possible way. Would there be romance left in a world like that? Depending on the day I would say yes but sometimes I really thought it would be impossible for romance to exist in such a world. Then I thought what if you were told who your true love was but weren't actually ready. Somehow by the end of this thought process I ended up with LoVECHrome.

I really want to thank all the reviewers. So many of you were guest reviewers but I want to thank each of you equally. Really when I forgot about posting or had no written in a while it really are the reviews that pull me back in. So thank you to the all guest reviewers, Alisha, summerrain583, snugg, PureJadore, pettycharlie, iAlliegator (for the best questions which make me think more about my characters), musicbean2 and many others for reviews throughout chapters.

It was six months after my discovery of Chuck being my soulmate. All together we been back together for about nine months. Now with all our secrets out in the open and with no fear that neither of us were going to be up and leaving any time soon I was blissfully happy. Serena and I often joked over who was enjoying their honeymoon period more. She thought she was winning because she was actually married but her ten-year relationship made her disqualified in my mind. Even still everything seemed to be going well for both of us. Serena and Nate were even talking about babies.

I thought everything was well but I was surprised to discover there was still pain and hurt etched into Chuck's mind. I was coming in late after work completely tired. It was one of those days in which there I absolutely no time to even eat throughout the day. It was close to eight when I got home and my feet were killing me. It was the wrong day to break in new shoes. I came into the penthouse taking my shoes off when I entered walking to the bedroom bare foot. I had not realized Chuck was home and I walked into our shared closet when I saw him there on my mind holding the sapphire blue necklace in his hand. He looked pained and suddenly surprised when he saw me. He quickly placed the necklace on the top of my dresser.

"Hey looks like you had a rough day," he said with sympathy.

"Yes was a long one. Are you okay?" I asked concerned.

"Fine. I just had a long day too," he said walking closer to me. Leaning in for a kiss as he rubbed my shoulder.

"Ahhh. Not a good day for heels?" he asked with a smirk as he grabbed the shoes and placed them back into their right location. One thing about Chuck he valued keeping an orderly closet as much as I did.

"No my feet hurt," I pouted him in my direct way of asking if he would rub my feet. He chuckled slightly.

"would you like me to massage your feet?" he asked. I smiled kissing him as I said yes.

"Maybe I can draw us a bath later," he said as he held my hand and walked with me over to back to our bed.

Sitting next to me at on the bed he pulled my feet up to be placed on his lap. He began to massage my feet. He was quiet as he worked and I watched him puzzled over why he was looking at that necklace. Did it remind him of me, I wondered? No I never even wore the necklace I believe that my great aunt gave me. I realize it was representative of his weakest moment. I wondered how many days he sat staring at that necklace feeling anger and resentment at himself. I wanted to hold him and reach out to him to soothe those dark memories.

"did you eat love?" he asked.

"No I am staving," I admitted.

"I will put your bath on and then order your favorite Indian takeout," he suggested.

"No I want you in the bath with me," I said with the pout I knew he loved.

He pulled my calves forward pulling me closer to him to kiss me.

"I love you," I told him once we separated.

"I love you too," he said but I could tell there was something lurking in there with him. A part I never really understand but I still loved all of him.

The very elusive Chuck POV

I was on my way back to the apartment and I was hopeful that Blair would be home. She went out shopping and I had met Eric for drinks as we talked. He was asking advice on how to live with your partner. I took my role as his brother and I tried to be helpful but I knew he and Jon were going to be okay. There was definitely a learning curve when it comes to cohabiting with someone. There was no doubt in my mind that they were made for each other whether or not they ever love matched.

I came into the apartment and instantly across the open floor plan spotted Blair in the kitchen. She was singing along to Islands in the Stream as she baked cookies. One thing I learned about Blair from living with her for almost ten months was she only baked when she was worried about something. So far that has only occurred twice so many this was a happy bake. I was hopeful. But I knew recently she was worried about her job as she pushed for the new male line at the design companies.

Circling my arm around her when I reached her she giggled as I kissed her neck but shimmied out of my grasp as she began to drop cookies onto the sheet. Her lack of eye contact with me told me she was for sure worried about something.

"Love, you okay?" I asked placing a hand on the small of her back.

She said nothing as she then moved away to pop the cookies in the oven.

"I did something. Something maybe bad," she mumbled still looking away. My heart was beating as I instantly assumed the worse. Did she cheat on me? Was that what all those late nights were about? When Nate came to stay with me after Serena had cheated it proved to me that just because you are soulmates it does not mean people do not fuck up.

"Blair?" my voice sounded weaker than I wanted to. She looked at me finally understanding I was thinking the worse things.

"I want it to be a good thing but I don't know if you are going to think it is," she said as she rubbed my upper arm. Now I was still just as lost hanging on to her words.

"What is it?" I asked annoyed that she was talking around the subject. Even still I knew how bad we both were at talking about our feelings. Instead being both perceptive we often relied on reading body language or our knowledge of each other.

"Remember a few weeks ago when you were looking at that necklace," she began and I nodded. I was having a long day and I was suddenly felt anxious. Blair was not at home when I got there a sense of lonesomeness and need crept it. The feelings were the same as those that I often felt when I was younger in need of some comfort that made me turn to the poison that pumped into my blood.

"I realize then that necklace used to represent your darkness moments and you probably felt shame when you did. I think you punish yourself with your past mistakes and whenever you feel too happy or too good you try to ground yourself with your misdeeds," she said carefully.

I opened my mouth to speak but the words did not come. I just nodded feeling that shame well back up inside of me. At the same time there was a sense of relief that came with Blair understanding me so well. I wondered if everyone had this? This bond we shared that moved past words in a space in which we were so interconnected.

"Chuck it is okay to remember the past and use that wisdom to guide us but I don't want you dwelling there. It is a dark place so I always want you to remember the good moments too. For me looking back at your drug addiction is painful but it also makes me stop sometimes and look at you in awe for all that you have accomplished by yourself. When you want to look back please look back with me rather than at that ugly necklace. I want us to do this together. So when you tell me that needles make you uncomfortable still I will remind you of the mint ice creams we shared, when you tell me that you are sad because one of the kids at your school died of an overdose I will remind that you are still here alive with me, when you think about how you wanted to kill yourself I will remind you all that you have to live for, if you ever think about your first hit I will be there to remind you how it felt when we first kiss and god forbid if you ever sub come to those urges again I will be there to hold your hand and pull you back you back out," she said as tears began to collect in her eyes. I felt them prick at mine.

Grabbing hold of her I hugged her tightly to me hoping that my actions expressed my love I felt for her. I was so amazed at her strength, her beauty, and her grace. My life was in her hands, the sun and moon rose with her eyes, and my breath did not start until she loved me. Side by side together the world never seemed that big.

"God, Blair I love you so much. There are no words Blair." I began to kiss her not with need but with love. Gently I caressed her face hoping my lack of word could express how much her meant to me. "You are the light in my life," I mumbled to her as I kissed her lips.

"Wait, Chuck I am not done." She said. She opened a draw to pull out a very small jewelry case that would normally hold earrings.

I opened them to find sapphire square cuff-links with diamonds on each corner. I smiled and she explained "this what I was worried about. I kinda had that necklace destroyed. Sometimes you need to reshape something ugly to make it beautiful again. I made matching earrings with the rest of the stones," she said tucking her hair behind her ear. He had larger square earring with diamonds in four corners as well. "Because we are in this together Chuck."

"You really do steal my breath at times," I told her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed her favorite spot on my jaw.

"Yea well that makes us even because you keep stealing or breaking my lingerie," she teased making me laugh and allowing the seriousness of the moment to lapse. We were never too good at staying serious for long. "I love your laugh," she whispered as she traced my smile with her fingers.

There in that moment it was just them. Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck. Jaded and with scars holding each other as they slowly mended their wounds. There was no talk of soulmates, or love matches or even tomorrow. It was just two people so in love for so long stopping for a moment and just enjoying being with each other.

Even still there was nothing certain in life even once you found your partner. Tough times awaited them as well as happy moments. Standing there in that kitchen Blair had no idea that in a week Chuck would get one knee before asking her to spend their lives together. They shocked all their friends and family when they planned a wedding only two weeks later desperate to belong to each other completely and fully. Through the dark days and the light days, they stood side by side for the rest of their lives guiding each other as they went.

A.N: With that it is over.I hoped this ending was enjoyable and the day to day of love in the end showed how little it mattered the way they were able to get back together. Rather, the most important thing was whether or they could support, respect, communicate, and love each other through good and bad.

I have a new story out for For Love or Money if you are interested which is more of a political soap dramay story. It is going to be dramatic and filled with Gossip Girl cliches like people randomly running into each other in a city filled with millions, jetting off to France (seriously there are hundreds of other countries it was always France for them),(un)believable wacky situations, whose my mama drama, what can you buy with millions today, how many husbands can Lily have questions, how scary powerful is Nate's grandfather, and maybe even a murder. Of course a Chair fic. All cynical sarcasm on pause I really like the concept. I wanted to do a Blair/Chuck fic for a while that had Chuck be older than Blair. Not like a bunch older but older enough so Chuck is more mature than he would be when they were the same age. Also I wanted to write him as the jerky older brother who falls in love with his sister's best friend (a classic teen genre movie). I am writing in third person which I haven't done a whole multi-fic in. I am super uncomfortable writing in third-person but I wanted to challenge myself so read it just to help critique me if you wish.