“Waldorf, I need you to wake up. I know what I said and did earlier was wrong, but I…I…I love you, Blair. And I don’t know whether I’ll have the guts to tell you this later, but I do, Blair. I love you.” Tears fell down his cheek, as he held her hand in his, not letting go for a second.
“I love you too,” a weak voice replied from the bed.
He looked up, only to meet the eyes of the beautiful, but broken brunette, he loved. “Blair?”
She smiled. “I take it that you’re happy to see me, Bass.”