hing。 “I mean； I think I need to do this by myself。”
Serena nodded slowly； looking at the photos of the house； a dot against a flat green landscape。 She’d never live there now。
“I guess—I guess I need to find my own Iowa；” Serena said slowly。 Around them； couples were gazing adoringly at each other over their lattes； their tabletops scattered with interchangeable notebooks and books。 Serena glanced down at their own table； which held her cranberry pink Miu Miu bag and Dan’s tattered； stained paperback。 Even their drinks didn’t match： Hers was a large latte in a paper cup； his a tiny； chipped espresso mug。 No matter what they did together or how they spent their time or how much she loved him； they were just pletely different people。 She’d always known that； but she didn’t want to admit it。
“You can still keep the house。 I paid the first few months。 It was your Christmas present；” she said； offering a small smile。
Dan shook his head。 The house was beautiful。 It just wasn’t right for him。 Just like Serena。 “I’m sorry；” he said simply。 He hadn’t said they were over。 He didn’t have to。 Serena already seemed to know。
“I don’t want to do that goodbye stuff here。” A small smile formed on her lovely face as she glanced around the coffee shop。
She settled her gaze on Dan。 “I’ve always hated it here；” she confided。
And now she never has to go back！
it’s called a breakup because it’s broken
“To the smartest； sexiest lawyer I know！ This is just the beginning； Bear。” Chuck held out a glass of champagne； waiting for Blair to clink her glass against his。 They were squeezed into a corner table at Blue Ribbon Bakery； nearby Chuck’s apartment on Thursday morning； and the bright sun streaming through the windows was only aidin