[and as we go drowning.]

[filmstarbeauty]

This was the end of the line.

Curled up in the bathroom stall, Blair Waldorf knew that better than she knew a lot of other things. It didn’t matter how many times she counted the marks in the tiles around her or how long she held her breath. It was over. Just like that.

Those days, that freedom it had been so wonderful, so strange and she didn’t

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[turnthebadinme]

Serena stood frozen outside, towel hugged against her, breath caught in her throat. There was no doubting what she'd heard, and though she hadn't made out the words, she knew that voice.

She'd worried these days would come back. Early on in their stay on the island, she'd worried a lot more, but things had seemed to be okay. She'd just wanted them to be okay.

It took a while to make up her mind what to do, whether to just wait or to confront Blair somewhere less public, but in the end, the only thing she was really sure about was that she needed to help. Now. Stepping cautiously forward, she rapped lightly against the door of the stall. "B?"

[filmstarbeauty]

White knuckling the toilet seat, Blair froze. A stranger and she could excuse this away: food poisoning or the flu. She'd drank too much the night before and a million other things.

Serena on the other hand. There was no way out of this. Knees hitting the tile she slumped, pressing her forehead to her forearm.

"S, go away, please," she whimpered.

[turnthebadinme]

"Let me in." Her voice twisted up at the end, turning it into a question as she leaned against the door. It was hard to know how long this had been going on - if it had started after the stress of the changes, if it had been happening this whole time. What kind of friend was she to miss this? Maybe it was what Blair wanted, but she wasn't going anywhere, not this time. "Blair, please. Open the door."

[filmstarbeauty]

Emphasizing her earlier point by staying put crossed her mind, but Blair was too exhausted to hold out a fight for much longer. Besides after all of this was done, this petty damage sown, what would be left for her?

Shuffling on her knees towards the door, she reached up and slide back the lock. Backing away, she pulled on the toilet paper roll, gathering it in her hand and trying to wipe her face clean.