AN: Fix you by Coldplay always reminded me a little bit of Huddy. I don't want to post the whole story in one go, I'm just testing out the waters - this is my first time. Let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine and the lyrics did not come from my pen.
When you try your best but you don't succeed.
He tried so hard. Tried so hard to be the man deserving of her love and her trust, of her heart. But he failed. Like he always did. He couldn't do this right, he couldn't get that perfect. He couldn't go running with her, he couldn't take her dancing, she was so good at it, so beautiful when she let out her soul on the dance floor. He couldn't give her the smile of freedom she got from those things. He couldn't even muster up the strength to take her to her favourite club for one night, because he just wanted to "stay in" with her. Pathetic. And now she's gone, because he couldn't give her the best. His best. Everything she deserves.
When you get what you want but not what you need.
House was so beautiful to her. Tall and strong. Broad shoulders and big arms. Long legs with big muscular thighs. He was built like a god to her. But it was his face, his withered face, that she thought was beautiful. The frown in between his eyes that told of too much thinking in his lifetime. The strong jaw that has made a good punching bag over the years. His deep dimples when he allows his mouth a smile. His thin lipped pink mouth. And his eyes. His honest eyes. One look into them, really into them and you knew everything going on behind the strong chest and frown. He was so beautiful.
For long she dreamt of holding his hand as they walked side by side. For letting her lap play his pillow when he was feeling tired, or playful, or sad. Running her hands through his hair as he kissed her with the passion he'll only reserve for her. And when that time came, it was like she imagined. His hands were soft and the weight of his head felt good. His lips showing a passion of their own.
But that want she had for him didn't seem to be enough when one night turned into six months. He couldn't comfort her when she tried to convey to him that it was all she wanted. He didn't make breakfast or take her to clubs. When she wanted him, he was all she could ask for and more. When she needed him, she wish she could just want him again.