Well, as I hinted at - I'm finally delving into the murky world of House fanfiction! This method of inspiration is called "pulling out a Spanish dictionary, opening to a random page, pointing to a random word, and writing about it". Clearly, my brain wasn't able to work on its own that day. Anywho, here's the result - a House/Stacy-centric piece that could be either poetry or prose. No idea how it's going to be received, but hey, I like it, personally.
Disclaimer: House, MD belongs to.... (actually, I'm not sure - but it's somebody else.)
Echo
Echo.
Gentle vibrations of his heartstrings - the stubborn old guitar that only she can play.
Echo.
Hard to believe it's her - this melancholy ghost drifting in on an unexpected eddy of the past.
Echo.
Smooth, rich, familiarly inflected - breaths of meaning that linger in his memory long after her lips have fallen still.
Echo.
One night is the déjà vu of many - has it really been five years of silence?
Echo.
Still so much pain - somehow, for her sake, he needs to find a way to end it.
Echo.
One lost restraint is all it takes - if he cries out now, how far will it go?
Echo.
Two hearts, twice broken - have the ripples finally ceased, or will he be forever haunted by the echo of their love?
Echo.
Please oblige me, and tell me what you think of this first attempt via review! May the Force be with you.