A/N: Well, this is my first attempt at anything House. It sucks :). But oh well. Hameron ftw :D.
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Delicate
They were dancing.
They were together, and yet they weren't. He denied any sort of feelings for her; she claimed she was over him. When their eyes met, holding each other's gaze for even a second too long, their defences collapsed.
They'd say it all without speaking a word.
They weren't together; he had no right to be jealous. Yet any time she'd go out for a casual dinner; any time someone would joke about her, his eyes would alight in a mad frenzy.
They weren't together; she had no reason to be disappointed. Yet each harsh remark cut deeper than any knife; any time she saw him gaze at another her stomach would drop harshly; every time he said no she felt torn into pieces again.
They weren't together, so it should've been easy. She should've been able to fall in love, date, have sex- things she normally would have done. He should've been able to go on acting like an arrogant ass without the slightest hint of remorse.
This dance they wove around each other, tantalizing and teasing, was like a web: beautiful, delicate, and temporary.
They weren't together, so it shouldn't have hurt when it ended.