A/N: Dedicated to spncsifreak—Happy Belated Birthday! This fic is a bit…dark…and originally I'd even intended it to be about Stacy. Darned muse.
Disclaimer: Absolutely not. I do not own House, M.D. However, I do own that sticker on the window of the conference room.
Her footsteps echoed
coldly
on the pavement.
--
Nothing was in her arms,
Nor in her thoughts.
She was blank.
As usual.
As she kept it.
--
Darkness swirled around her,
Biting at her emotions
And tugging at her mind.
--
She tried
To fight them off.
Tried countless times to fight them off.
--
But maybe she could let them win this time.
--
No!
Screamed some part of her,
Some hidden emotion.
--
Tears fell.
Again.
And then she stopped:
Crying was weak.
Crying was wrong.
Crying left her vulnerable.
And those tears?
Reminders of what she'd once had.
--
The darkness enveloped her.
It hurt to look at anything,
Anything that could possibly remind her.
--
Of Him:
Who she needed,
Who she needed find her,
Who she needed to rescue her.
Who she needed to be alive for her.
--
But Cuddy shook her sadness away.
Gregory House was dead.
And there would be no more light in her days.
Just the shadow hovering around her and the fading color he'd left behind.