“Waldorf, I need anda to wake up. I know what I berkata and did earlier was wrong, but I…I…I cinta you, Blair. And I don’t know whether I’ll have the guts to tell anda this later, but I do, Blair. I cinta you.” Tears fell down his cheek, as he held her hand in his, not letting go for a second.
“I cinta anda 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.”