Reviews are LOVE 3 Though I'm not so happy with this piece.
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I don't want you to hate me. Please don't hate me. Please. I'm sorry, I really am. Please forgive me? If he had been anyone else, that's probably what he would have said when Wilson told him he couldn't stand looking at him anymore, that it was his fault that Amber was dead. That he hated him.
I don't want you to hate me! House's mind screamed, but instead of saying it to Wilson, he stayed quiet. He just couldn't think of anything to say to his best friend, no, his ex-best friend.
When Wilson turned to leave, he tried to say something, that he was sorry, that he wished it had been him instead of Amber, but nothing came out except a half-choked "W-wilson...!" and Wilson walked out, not turning around once.
House put his head in his hands and sighed. He knew it was his fault Amber had been on that bus, he was the only one who could be blamed for her death. And it wasn't so strange that Wilson blamed him. He had made it quite clear that he chose Amber over House.
But still.... it hurt. Wilson was, no, had been, his only friend. And House had thought that Wilson cared more for him than he cared for the average colleague. But he didn't care enough. The rational part of House's brain said that Wilson was hurting much, much worse than House did right now, that he wasn't thinking clear, that Amber's death was still so close... But right now the rational part didn't matter much.
House just wanted Wilson to come back, and act normal. To go back to how things were before Amber. But he knew it wasn't possible. Wilson had meant what he said. Their friendship was over. House had killed the woman Wilson loved, and he couldn't just forgive it. But it had been his last words before he left that hurt the most:
"You killed her. I - I hate you. You killed her, House."