Here is the end. I want to apologize for how long it took me to finish this, I still can't fathom how it happened. I also apologize for the ending since it's probably not exactly what you expected but it's what felt right and, as a writer, this is what I felt I had to do. I also want to thank you, sincerely, for the great support you have shown for this story. I want to thank you for every time you've read this, for every favorite you've given it and for every comment you left.

Love,

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"Once we accept our limits, we go beyond them."

Albert Einstein

Dear Serena,

I am sorry to have left without telling you but I decided so on the spot, without truly thinking things through.

I hope this letter will be enough for now. I do not want to be found just yet so I won't tell you where I'm at exactly. What I can tell you is that if paradise does exist –and God knows the entrance is forbidden to me-, this place is the closest thing to it on Earth.

Chuck took a few seconds to appreciate the colors of his surroundings; the ocean was the bluest blue he had ever seen and the sand was the softest beige. He breathed in and out slowly, savoring the calm enveloping the scenery.

I needed to leave far away from New York; far away from Bart, far away from Jack, far away from Blair and even for you. Don't be offended since it's nothing personal. If I could have gotten far away from myself, I would have too. I needed the distance to clear up some things.

All my life I've been seeking out Bart's approbation. I've never stopped being that little kid who wanted a hug, a good word, or a smile... Something, as small as it was, showing his father's approval but I never got it. I've done some terrible things in my life Serena, but I've needed years to finally understand that this one –maybe only this one for that matter- wasn't my fault. I wasn't the one with the problem. Bart was. He couldn't love. He was a cold bastard and that's the whole story. Sometimes it's as simple as that.

I'd like you to be the first one to know that I have sold Bass Industries. Yes, you haven't gone blind and you're reading correctly. I thought it would be hard to give away something I've wanted for so long but it was surprisingly easy, I would even say freeing. I felt so much lighter once it was done.

Chuck thought back to the moment he had signed the papers and the incredible feeling of freedom that had gone through him.

The Bass Empire wasn't my thing; it was my father's. To be honest, I don't really know what I will do now. I've still to figure out who I am without Bart Bass. I have still to many questions about Chuck, one of them being who the hell he is exactly and what does he want. I guess we've all got the same ones, haven't we?

I'd tell you more things but nothing makes really sense just yet. I am fine. I guess that's the most important part. I'll figure how to heal someday even though I know you never completely heal. It's just how the game is. I'm not the only one playing it; you all know how it rolls.

I also miss you. I miss the lightness, the playful banter, the afternoons spent on the sofa just petting Monkey's ears. By the way, how is my dog? I bet he will resent me for having left him without notice. Tell him that I'll bribe him into forgiving me through food and that I love him very much.

I hope you're doing fine. I am sure you're doing fine. I believe I'll come back to you someday. Maybe you'll wait. I guess we'll see, huh?

Love,

Chuck.

Somewhere in the Upper East Side, Serena smiled closing the letter. Maybe she would wait for him. Maybe they weren't such a mess after all. She guessed they'll see, huh?

"There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story."