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