A/N: Hi! Thanks for clicking my story, I'm glad it caught your attention! I hope you enjoy and please R&R! I reply to all my reviewers, so you know that I care very much what you have to say!
Eh, the story is moderate, it hasn't turned out much how I've wanted. I'd like to re-write it, but I just wanted to get it published since it has been sitting in my notebook for awhile.
In fact, this story is dedicated to my friend, Kaitlyn! Yay! Take a bow! :D She forced me to let her see my rough draft, even though it sucks worse than the final. But whateva.
And on a final note, please check out my friend Ema's story, Blind. I believe it's Law and Order: SVU... but I'm too lazy to go look. Her user name is Pie56, so please check her story! She's got the plot bunnies and she can't control them!!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own House, M.D., but I figured I should get this idea out there, just in case it happens in the show. I have rights too! (Meh, but I'm sure this plot has been over used D:)
She shivered slightly as the cuckoo- clock on the wall chimed twelve times. The woman curled her legs onto the sofa couch as a reflex, and covered her chilled legs with a small fleece.
Wrapped tightly, she situated herself by twisting to face the large picture window behind her, letting her eyes drift into the night.
Wind blew violently against the trees, their boughs shaking, and leaves ripping from their limbs. She sighed as a leafy tendril finally snapped off of it's resting place, flying through the air as it crashed with her window. After a few trembles from the glass, the wind kept howling and the woman was left to her thoughts.
She couldn't sleep, thus explaining her late night rendezvous with the chair and fleece. Her dreams haunted her of the day's events, leaving her to toss and turn in despair. Filled with fatigue and exhaustion, the woman felt that no peace of mind would be received.
She pondered silently, wondering how much her life would be changed since the previous afternoon. His witty banter to keep her entertained, his sarcastic comments, perverse innuendos and his commanding presence... She smiled bitterly at the fond memories as a small tear escaped the corner of her eye. And how could she ever forget the gleam she always noticed whenever a cute new intern found her way into the hospital?
Though his death had only been announced at 11:32 that morning, nothing had completely sunk in until the night fell. Through her sorrow in grief, she could still see a twitch in the side of his mouth, as clear as if he had been sitting next to her. Though she constantly rebuked him day in and day out, her love for him still showed in small actions. He had probably noticed, the way she had kept him near for a quirky joke or a small smile, and in this aspect she felt selfish.
However, as quickly as wind can blow out a wavering candle, his life became extinguished; rising up in a column of smoke. Now she was left to walk alone in darkness, her only light gone, and groping for a way to cope.
A flood of exhaustion suddenly went over her, and the day's events truly came into perspective. She sobbed uncontrolled and brokenly, no restraint as salty tears streaked down her face. After her fit, she gasped for breath and laid her head on the back of the sofa, closing her eyelids.
Childishly, she wanted the world to stop. In her opinion, the greatest man to live had been killed, leaving her to face the cold future alone. However, she knew that when the morning came, the sun would shine and the birds would sing cheery tunes, but her heart would remain in a chilly and damp habitat, much like the rain lulling her to sleep.