Moon River, wider than a mile,
I’m crossing you in style some day.
He feels nothing but betrayal as he watches his best friend twirl the girl he wants more than anything else around the floor of the Grand Ballroom within the walls of the hotel Chuck himself spends most of his time in. He doesn’t envy Nathaniel Archibald. He doesn’t despite her. He only wishes that he had acted on his impulses long before it got to the point where their fucking engagement was practically set in stone. Continue reading “Moon River” »