Disclaimer: Not mine.

He was lost, lost in an abyss of feelings. Questions running. He stared out the window.

She watched him, lost in his own world. The world of a genius and his marvels. Would he ever notice?

He turned slowly, with a sad smile on his handsome features he said, "Why does pain and hate define us?"

A/N I was not feeling on the top of the world when I wrote this so that is why it is slightly depressing. I am posting this twice in two different subjects, I'm not sure if that's allowed but I couldn't choose which it suited most so it's posted in Harry Potter Albus/Minerva and House MD Cuddy/House.