Okay.. I know, I know.. I haven't written in quite a while. But school won't let me write. And I know I promised some people this story a long time ago, I'm sorry it took so long.

And I know that most of you want my head on a stick (or on a silver platter, for my more classy readers), but please forgive me. This would probably be my last story in a while -try not to kill me- since I only wrote something because it's Christmas vacation. I'll probably write more in the summer which starts in March.

Anyways.. Enjoy.

She loses skin contact with everything.. only letting the air and the warmth of his body touch her. They are falling, head-first on to the pavement, arms wrapped around each other, and she's shaking. Shaking because she's scared, shaking because they were nearing the ground, and she's shaking because the look on Dan Humphrey's face was peaceful.

Her eyes are wide open, her mouth agape, her eyes filled with tears that don't escape because of the speed of the fall. Everything is moving so fast, she can't see anything other than the man falling next to her. But for some unexplainable reason, they haven't reached the ground. It feels as if they have been falling for hours, and the whole time, Blair was scared.

Chuck. Serena. Nate. Dorota. Harold. Elanor. Cyrus. Lily. Rufus. Anne. Howard. Roman. Vanya. Georgina. Vanessa. Jenny. Jack. Damien. Carter. Rachel. Kati. Isabel. Penelope. Nelly. Hazel. Amalia. Sophie. Courtney. Taylor. Anastasia. Marcus. Aaron. Bree. Olivia. Anyone who she has come across with at one point in her life. All of them were running through her head. Most of them she didn't really care for, and some she hated. Even less is the number of those she loved, and there was the few she loved unconditionally. But it didn't matter, she was never gonna see any of them ever again.

Then it struck her. She didn't want to do this. She regrets doing this. She would rather be on her bed right now, crying or watching movies or thinking about Chuck or plotting or even purging, than here, on the side of the building free falling in Humphrey's arms.

But again, it didn't matter. She was going to die, without even a goodbye.

Hey Waldorf.

What?

Remember the time when we were in that stupid Age of Innocence play back in high school?

Of course, why?

Nothing. I just thought it was fun.

I recall that I wanted to chop your balls off during our performance.

Haha.. remember that time when we plotted against Georgina?

Yes, I remembered I took away your scheming-virginity.

And the time when-

Humphrey. What's with the flashbacks?

I just thought that those are the few occasions I was with you longer than a 'Hello Cabbage Patch -insert snide remark about shoes, clothes, hair, upbringing here-'.

And that matters..?

Haha.. not really.

Blair looks at Dan and his eyes are still closed, and his lips hasn't moved. She realized that hers hasn't either. How were they talking? But instead of pondering on it further, she just closed her eyes with him.

Hey Humphrey.

Yeah?

I.. I won't be able to see Serena or Dorota or Chuck or Nate anymore. I wish I didn't do this.

Hey.. You shouldn't think about that. Think happy thoughts.

O-okay..

Don't worry, you'll get to see them later. Then you can tell Serena or Nate all about this and complain about my Brooklyn germs.. or maybe you can even go see Chuck, and forgive him.

I won't be able to see them. You know I won't.

Hey, remember what I said?

Oh yeah. Happy thoughts. By the way, I don't hate you.

Really? That's good.

Blair opens her eyes, and sees him looking at her. He looks happy. That sent another set of shivers down her spine. She looks at him pleadingly.

I don't want to stop talking to you yet.

Maybe if they keep on talking, they wouldn't have to face the inevitable.

But we're out of time. Bye Waldorf, take care of yourself.

She closes her eyes and prepares herself, but no one can really be ready for this. Especially those who regrets.

"We've got a double suicide jump." the detective said. "Probably lovers. The girl, Blair Waldorf, is quite famous around here. Hosts the best parties in town. A classic Upper East Sider with a pretty clean record. A few broken bones, but she'll survive." The detective continued reading, "The other one, Daniel Humphrey, no record too but obviously not quite as a star as the girl. He took in most of the fall, having the girl land on top of him. Dead on impact."

Detective Andrews looked at the screaming ambulances at his left. One taking in a unconscious girl and the other a body bag. He looked at the profiles again. A pretty girl and a happy-looking boy. He sighs. That's the only thing he could offer for this world.

Thank you for reading. Please review and tell me if you want it to continue.