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A Note
Jul 15, 2010 1:25:09 GMT -5
Post by Adrienne on Jul 15, 2010 1:25:09 GMT -5
(( please listen for ambience lol)) Charles,
I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep wondering what it is that we are, and whether we are that or not at any given moment. I can’t keep hoping against all probability that it might work out, being painfully disappointed, and then having you show up and starting the process all over again. It hurts both of us, and it isn’t fair to Evelyn. Somehow, you’re all I could hope for, but at the same time, you can't give enough.
I’m moving to England. I'll be closer to David, and farther from Paris. My reputation in France is shot, but in London I’ll have the opportunity to start over, perhaps feel normal for the first time in my life.
I love you more than I can express in words, but I can’t keep playing this game with you. I have to grow up.
Adrienne
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A Note
Jul 15, 2010 1:37:35 GMT -5
Post by Chuck Bass on Jul 15, 2010 1:37:35 GMT -5
It had been a while since he had been to the house. Things in his schedule had aligned strangely to keep him away. But thus was the life of a businessman. But when Chuck finally turned up at the house and already felt something amiss before he opened the door. The moment he stepped inside, he felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach.
"Adrienne! Evelyn!"
The entire place was empty. Swept clean.
He quickly looked around him for anything: a letter, a note, a post-it-- anything. And he found one attached to the door. Chuck opened it hastily and read it, his eyes darting across the page.
"No--"
He crumpled the note in his hands and darted out the door to return to his house.
He needed to contact people.
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