Inspired sejak a dream I had the other night xD. Just wondering, what if.
It was a warm May night and House was standing in front of the dean of medicine’s house. He knew exactly why he was there and he knew what was about to happen. But he didn’t know if he could deal with it. He didn’t know how would he react.
This is something he’s never dealt before and the fact that he was ignorant of how to act in this situation was making him even lebih miserable.
He took his key out of the pocket, the same key she gave him almost 2 months ago, when everything was still as it always was. Maybe not the same, but certainly better.
He slowly unlocked the door and got in. The same moment he saw his packed suitcases at the entrance. She was standing at the bathroom door close to the entrance.
He could see she was crying and for the first time in his life, Gregory House couldn’t think of anything to say.
“I guess I am leaving?” he berkata with an unsure voice.
“ anda don’t have anything to do here, House. Not anymore. I have waited to long for anda and when I got you, when anda finally came to your senses, I realize I don’t have anything. anda are not present when you’re around, after two months of living together I don’t even get “I like you”, God forbid “I Cinta you”. Lisa Cuddy hardly had any strength to say.
“I am leaving. Why now?” he was confused.
“ Everything just fell into pieces. anda are not happy and when I thought anda were happy, it turns out anda were not.” She took a breath as the tears started rolling down her cheek. “Go and be happy, Greg.”
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Three months later:
He could hear the sound of the phone as many times before. He remained in his apartment ever since that night 3 months ago. He let himself go, he wasn’t sure of how he felt, but he knew this is how he could deal with it. Empty apartment, empty bottle of scotch and an empty heart. Although he wasn’t sure how he could deal with the last one.
The phone continued ringing and for the first time after 3 months something happened to House, something that made him reach for the phone.
“What do anda want?” he answered the call.
“House? Is that you?” the familiar man’s voice came from the other side.
“Well this is my phone, of course it’s me! What do anda want Wilson?” House continued in his sarcastic voice.
“Do anda have any idea what anda did to yourself? anda haven’t been to work for 3 months! anda haven’t left your apartment! Let go House! anda have to del with what happened. She’s no longer part of your life. anda have to get used to this!” Wilson tried to make his best friend deal with the situation he was in.
House was about to say something when the doorbell rang.
“I have to go Wilson. Bye” berkata the diagnostician before shutting down the phone.
It didn’t take him long to get to the door. Somehow he felt he knew who was on the other side of it. He peeked through the hole and confirmed his fears. There she was, the same woman who made him feel the way he did, who made him miserable. He opened it carefully, didn’t know what to say.
“House…” Cuddy started insecure of the position she put herself in.
“Why are anda here?” House asked harshly.
“I came to get anda of this mess.” anda could hardly hear her say.
“Then come in, I bet it’s fixable. “ berkata the diagnostician.
The moment the door was closed Cuddy fell in House’s arms.
“I missed you.” House could barely say.
And then they started Ciuman lebih and lebih and House was getting to realize he never wanted to let her leave his arms. But that wasn’t going to happen because the urge for oxygen was too great. They broke apart and House went to his living room. It was a real mess in there. He didn’t bother to clean the house the last 3 months. HE just couldn’t do anything.
Cuddy followed him and they found a piece of spare furniture. For a while they just sat there, in his living room snuggled together.
“Don’t ever leave.” House whispered.
“Greg, I came to tell anda that you’ll have to understand what is going on.” Cuddy whispered back.
“I don’t want anda to leave.” House muttered.
“ You’ll eventually have to let me go. House, it’s how the things are. There’s nothing anda can do.” Tears started flowing from the dean of medicine eyes.
“Where’s Rachel?” the diagnostician asked carefully.
“She’s fine, she’s with her grandma. Everything is going to be ok, Greg. anda have to understand that.” Lisa finally berkata after some hesitation.
There were a few minit of silence where the two of them just held each other, crying.
Once again the doorbell rang.
“I have to go, Greg. Please, be who anda are. This is not who anda should be. Try to be happy. Please, for me.” Cuddy begged.
The sound of a key unlocking the front door of House’s apartment made House look in its direction. A moment after the oncologist appeared in the living room. However, Lisa Cuddy disappeared.
“She’s gone, Wilson. She’s gone forever.”
Please don't kill me! xDDDD
komen-komen are LOVE!
It was a warm May night and House was standing in front of the dean of medicine’s house. He knew exactly why he was there and he knew what was about to happen. But he didn’t know if he could deal with it. He didn’t know how would he react.
This is something he’s never dealt before and the fact that he was ignorant of how to act in this situation was making him even lebih miserable.
He took his key out of the pocket, the same key she gave him almost 2 months ago, when everything was still as it always was. Maybe not the same, but certainly better.
He slowly unlocked the door and got in. The same moment he saw his packed suitcases at the entrance. She was standing at the bathroom door close to the entrance.
He could see she was crying and for the first time in his life, Gregory House couldn’t think of anything to say.
“I guess I am leaving?” he berkata with an unsure voice.
“ anda don’t have anything to do here, House. Not anymore. I have waited to long for anda and when I got you, when anda finally came to your senses, I realize I don’t have anything. anda are not present when you’re around, after two months of living together I don’t even get “I like you”, God forbid “I Cinta you”. Lisa Cuddy hardly had any strength to say.
“I am leaving. Why now?” he was confused.
“ Everything just fell into pieces. anda are not happy and when I thought anda were happy, it turns out anda were not.” She took a breath as the tears started rolling down her cheek. “Go and be happy, Greg.”
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Three months later:
He could hear the sound of the phone as many times before. He remained in his apartment ever since that night 3 months ago. He let himself go, he wasn’t sure of how he felt, but he knew this is how he could deal with it. Empty apartment, empty bottle of scotch and an empty heart. Although he wasn’t sure how he could deal with the last one.
The phone continued ringing and for the first time after 3 months something happened to House, something that made him reach for the phone.
“What do anda want?” he answered the call.
“House? Is that you?” the familiar man’s voice came from the other side.
“Well this is my phone, of course it’s me! What do anda want Wilson?” House continued in his sarcastic voice.
“Do anda have any idea what anda did to yourself? anda haven’t been to work for 3 months! anda haven’t left your apartment! Let go House! anda have to del with what happened. She’s no longer part of your life. anda have to get used to this!” Wilson tried to make his best friend deal with the situation he was in.
House was about to say something when the doorbell rang.
“I have to go Wilson. Bye” berkata the diagnostician before shutting down the phone.
It didn’t take him long to get to the door. Somehow he felt he knew who was on the other side of it. He peeked through the hole and confirmed his fears. There she was, the same woman who made him feel the way he did, who made him miserable. He opened it carefully, didn’t know what to say.
“House…” Cuddy started insecure of the position she put herself in.
“Why are anda here?” House asked harshly.
“I came to get anda of this mess.” anda could hardly hear her say.
“Then come in, I bet it’s fixable. “ berkata the diagnostician.
The moment the door was closed Cuddy fell in House’s arms.
“I missed you.” House could barely say.
And then they started Ciuman lebih and lebih and House was getting to realize he never wanted to let her leave his arms. But that wasn’t going to happen because the urge for oxygen was too great. They broke apart and House went to his living room. It was a real mess in there. He didn’t bother to clean the house the last 3 months. HE just couldn’t do anything.
Cuddy followed him and they found a piece of spare furniture. For a while they just sat there, in his living room snuggled together.
“Don’t ever leave.” House whispered.
“Greg, I came to tell anda that you’ll have to understand what is going on.” Cuddy whispered back.
“I don’t want anda to leave.” House muttered.
“ You’ll eventually have to let me go. House, it’s how the things are. There’s nothing anda can do.” Tears started flowing from the dean of medicine eyes.
“Where’s Rachel?” the diagnostician asked carefully.
“She’s fine, she’s with her grandma. Everything is going to be ok, Greg. anda have to understand that.” Lisa finally berkata after some hesitation.
There were a few minit of silence where the two of them just held each other, crying.
Once again the doorbell rang.
“I have to go, Greg. Please, be who anda are. This is not who anda should be. Try to be happy. Please, for me.” Cuddy begged.
The sound of a key unlocking the front door of House’s apartment made House look in its direction. A moment after the oncologist appeared in the living room. However, Lisa Cuddy disappeared.
“She’s gone, Wilson. She’s gone forever.”
Please don't kill me! xDDDD
komen-komen are LOVE!
When does Cinta become something we need, rather than something we want? Cinta was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Cinta is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Cinta is common currency when anda are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older anda get. Do we not care about the substance of what Cinta was and not what it has been made into today sejak commercialisation from American Filem and Televisyen commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Cinta for real, can we komen and judge others who are in Love. Cinta means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Cinta is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Cinta is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.