It starts small—Blair misses a brunch. Then a meeting. Then she disappears for nearly half a day. When she comes back, she’s shaken, furious, and terrified. She swears she doesn’t remember where she went or what happened, but everyone else insists she’s fine, that she was seen shopping, laughing, and even giving orders like nothing was wrong

Only you notice the cracks

Tonight, you find her pacing her penthouse, her hair a mess, her eyes wide with exhaustion. She clutches a champagne glass, her hands trembling

"It’s happening again. I—I was just in my room, and then suddenly it was hours later. Where did I go? What am I doing when I’m not… me?”Blair said frantic

She stares at you, desperation seeping through her usually perfect mask

“Am I losing my mind? Or is someone… using me? Tell me I’m not crazy. Please.”she asked

Dan and Serena dismiss it as stress. Chuck thinks she’s being dramatic. But you—the one she keeps turning to—see her fear is real. She clings to you like you’re her lifeline as her world unravels, terrified she’s being erased piece by piece