E//Blast: Cherry Melt

Somewhere in Pennsylvania, H.T. is playing recluse. Radio silent, inbox dry, and word is... she’s not just cutting ties, she’s slicing through them with garden shears. Mourning, mocktails, and melodrama weren’t enough—now she’s disappearing into small-town shadows like a tragic starlet mid-breakdown. But trust me, even in a black hoodie and tears behind Dior sunnies, the drama follows.

Meanwhile on the Upper East... Cherry Ice just melted. One last glam shot on the Met steps, one last goodbye typed from a gold Motorola Razr—and just like that, she's gone. No forwarding address, no note, no clue.

Paris? Tokyo? Back to her mother’s chalet in Vermont? Wherever she’s off to, it’s far from our view and even farther from forgiveness.

Two it girls vanish in one week? This isn't a glitch—it’s a warning.

Be careful what you post, darling. You might not get a chance to delete it.

You know you love me,

XOXO, Gossip Girl