The night wrapped around him thick and hot. The air was almost too thick to breath. He was sweating, he was sweating. His heart was racing, his eyes burning from the sweat, his clothes restricting and sticky. He didn't care about any of it.

He pushed onwards. If he continued to walk, to run, to search maybe it all wouldn't be true. Maybe he would still be in his room, with her in his arms, in his bed, in his heart the way she had been from the start.

He let the tears fall. It was dark, he was alone. No one could see him. His pain, his hurt, his panic. It was all lost in the silent, still night. He wanted to lose himself in it, fall into the comfort of the darkness. He wished he could just lay in the thick grass and find peace. He wished that if he did just that, the morning would come and this would all be a horrible dream.

He sat in the middle of the eerily dark park. Normally he'd be too scared to come in here at night. Tonight none of it mattered. He needed to be alone, to run away from it all. No one understood just how much pain he was in. Sure many of them suffered and were worried, but no one knew what it was like to feel your blood turn into ice at the news of what had happened. No one understood just how scared he was.

He sat in the grass alone and afraid for the first time in a long time. He began to shake as the tears began to violently fall. She was gone. Missing. God knew how long she had been gone. He had been so stupid, so selfish. If he had only gone after her, if he'd only try to explain then maybe she would still be here. But he hadn't. He'd let his pride get in the way and he'd allowed her to walk away. He figured she'd call eventually like she always did. When she needed him. When she missed him. But then the seconds turned to minutes, the minutes turned to hours, and the hours turned to days. He didn't hear from her. No one had.

Blair was gone. She was gone.

Where the hell was she? Why didn't she call and say that she was ok? How could she just pick up and leave?

Eleanor said she must have flown off somewhere. That she was just throwing one of her temper tantrums and that it would all be ok. She'd appear sooner or later. But Chuck couldn't believe that. His heart didn't allow him to believe that, no matter how much his peace of mind wanted to accept it as fact. Something was wrong. Blair wouldn't do this. Not his Blair. No she just wouldn't.

Chuck laid back in the mossy darkness of Central Park and stared up through the heated mist. Closing his eyes he sent out a prayer to the heavens, something he hadn't done in years. God, please let her be safe. Please bring her back to me. The sound of his breathing was all that could be heard in the constricting night. The heat seemed to lock him in his own bubble, no noise, no light, nothing.

Suddenly the sound of his phone broke through the deafening silence. He looked at the screen expecting it to see Blair's name on the screen. Praying that it would be Blair's name. It was Serena's.

"Chuck," she sobbed through the receiver.

His heart dropped.

No.

No.

No way!

"Chuck, they've found her. She's in the hospital. Chuck, please hurry. Come home."