This is the end
House stood there, looking into the distance. Yes, he knew Cameron, he could say. Maybe. He felt that something was wrong in the moment he came into his office. The look on her face… He couldn't help and had to do a sarcastic remark. Naked pictures? Of her? He dreamt about it every night! She haunted him in his dreams. In his dreams, he saw what he wanted. Her. A relationship with her. He could say what he wanted, he wasn't affected by his past, by his 'love' to Stacy.
He still could felt her hand on his. How she touched him, so softly. He could say that she surprised him. She wasn't that little naive girl anymore. She was a woman, woman, which knows what she wants.
Always, when she made clear that she wanted him, he could find thousands reasons why 'not to be with her'. He always knew she'll come back, like she always did. But not now.
He lost her.
He felt a sharp pain in his chest, where his heart should be. He still could se her blue-green eyes, her soft smile, beautiful face. He could identify those things everywhere. And then she was gone.
The resignation letter fell from his hand. He didn't even read it, he didn't have to.His eyes fell on another paper on his desk. He didn't remember that somebody should bring him something. He made a few steps to his chair and sat down. Carefuly, he took the paper from his desk and beran to read it.
Dear Gregory.
Oh boy, I don't even know how to write a letter to you. House sounds so… cold. So forgive me my boldness.
The last few months were hell and you know it. All the three years that I was in your team were hell. But that is who you are. And why I loved you.
I made this so much clear a long time ago. And you always let me down. I understand. You didn't see in me what I saw in you. You said that I needed you, not loved you. You were right as well as not. Beacuse love means that you need.
I cried many teras because of you. I don't blame you for it, even if I wanted to.
Now I'm gone. This is the only way how I can start again, without you. I destroied myself with my love for you, isn't that crazy?
I was never sure of your feelings to me. But sometimes, I saw signals. These little things that warmed my heart, that gave me my hope. Ask yourself, if you ever felt something to me. If not, forget me and this letter. Live your life like you did before.
Always with love, Allison
There were stops of tears on the paper. Her tears. His hands were trembling, he didn't realize it. Then something small and wet fell from his eye.
A tear?
No, he didn't cry. He never cried, he was too strong and too proud for this.
„I hate her." he murmured under his breath. How could she do this? How could she make him cry with only one simple letter?
Because this was love.
This was the feeling he hated so much after had Stacy left. The feeling which always made him weak and blind. He swore to himself that he will never love again.
And then she came. After months of hating the whole world. Of course, he had friends. But she was like promise for better days.
He slowly stood up with little help of his cane. He creased the letter in his hand and put it in his pocket. He made his way to the doors and looked over his office. Something made him to do it.
„Damn you, Cameron."