The Course of Human Life; gossip girl fic
I don't even know what this is, it kind of just came out. How come, the only fics I write that I'm happy with, have death in them?
The Course of Human Life.
Gossip Girl.
Lily,Bart,Rufus,Chuck,Blair,Serena,Aaron; Various Pairings.
There was a fire. There was flames and smoke and shattered glass.
He stood in the distance.
It wasn't supposed to end this way.
It should've ended with dollar signs, a smile.
But for him things didn't happen like that.
They happened with a cold stare, hidden secrets.
Stacks of files, of things he knows.
What you don't know won't hurt you.
Isn't that what they say?
Bart never listened.
There was a woman.
In a bed that isn't her own,
with a man who certainly isn't her husband and won't ever be.
She smiles.
This wasn't supposed to feel like home.
She was supposed to be the dutiful wife.
The side, to the main course; the man who owned half the city.
But maybe she wasn't.
Maybe she was supposed to be immersed in flashbulbs, faces, music pulsing through her body.
Perhaps, she was meant to ride tour buses instead of limos, wear leather jackets not evening gowns.
This bed, this house, this person next to her.
It was the only home she knew.
Walking out of that hotel was the best part of her day, but she was going back.
Lily was never good at leaving things behind.
There's a girl, she's rolling her eyes; trying to make him think she's moved on.
It's all about the game, who's winning, who's losing.
But when hearts are involved, it gets dangerous.
Who ever said Blair Waldorf had a heart.
He hasn't, and that's what he likes about her.
He wants to be heartless.
But Chuck couldn't never live up to anyone's expectations, his father's or his own.
There is a girl, she's smiling at the boy holding her hand, not wanting to let go.
She laughs.
She's nervous, the truth is, she was always nervous.
She made everything think she was confident, she couldn't end up like her mother.
There was no fifth husband in her future.
But looking at Aaron and Dan, even Nate.
She wondered if she would truly be her mother's daughter.
Serena never kept her promises.
There's a girl, shedding a tear; not for her but for her mother.
Her best friend is shaking, she can't cry. She needs to be strong for him.
The woman is still. She doesn't feel a thing.
Now, a fist shattering the glass window, blood trickling down his hand. He isn't sad, he's angry. What could you expect with a father like that?
There is a car, speeding. It crashes.
He's gone.