Heyy ppl this is my first fanfiction so yeaa……kind of stupid but I just wanted something to test out…..I finally found out how to post so hopefully I'll have lots of stories up soon so R&R ((no flames please!))
Thanks soo much to Dr. Allison Cameron! She helped me learn how to post this and helped me the whole way. Thanks so much!
DISCLAIMER: don't own House or anybody. Don't know if that's Cameron's husband's real stuff or not so I made it up.
Every Sunday
Every Sunday she went. Always. She would escape work, or appointments to get there, Rain or shine. Drove the same roads, went to the same place. She felt she had to. Had to be there. To let him know that she stillcared.
Every Sunday she drove to the Princeton Cemetery. She drove inward and exited about 5 minutes in and walked solemnly to his grave. She sat down and ran her hands over his name.
MATTHEW CAMERON
June 5th,1969- November 28th, 2000
Beloved husband and son
She sat and spoke to him. Like he was still there she spoke and told him everything. That she still cared. That she still loved him. How she would avoid her feelings for Chase and still be loyal to him. She sat for hours and talked. She felt tears slip down her face at times, but she ignored them.
As solemnly as shecame, she left. She placed a rock on his gravestone, got back intoher car and left.
But, little did she know, some one was watching.
Please R&R and tell me what you think…….if its that bad I wont continue Thanks,Hope
