A/N: After that long hiatus, I'm back. And this is actually something new, not some random file hanging around in my hard drive. Lucky you.
This is a school assignment, actually. We had to write about isolation, and… well, I doubt you care very much. You just want to get to the story, right? Before you read, here's a mild warning: this has that slightly depressing/saddening/melancholy-inducing (pick your favorite) feel some of the episode endings have. So if you're already depressed/sad/melancholy you might not want to read it.
Regardless, please leave a review! I love hearing from you.
AmayaSora
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Portrait in Grey
It was a beautiful spring day. There were no clouds to be seen at all in the bright blue sky. The trees in the park, which were in full bloom, held many happily singing birds and merrily chattering squirrels. And yet there he sat, on a bench, all by himself, staring out through ice-blue eyes at nothing in particular. He tapped his cane on the ground, matching the natural rhythm of the groups of joggers passing by him.
Work was where he ought to be, but right now he couldn't see any good reason to go in. Cuddy would kill him because he'd already missed three-quarters of the day, and he didn't feel any need to subject himself to another one of her lectures.
When his phone rang, he didn't answer, merely turned it off and shoved it deep down in his jeans' pocket. His pager, that constant source of annoyance, was clipped to his belt, and went off seconds later, but he ignored that, too. He simply sat in silence, forehead resting on his hands, which rested on his now-motionless cane.
After a long while he looked up. A group of his colleagues -fellow doctors- was sitting at a picnic table nearby, talking about a particularly difficult case. He should join them, he thought suddenly. But he didn't really know what, exactly, he should say, or even do. So, he sighed and got up, leaning heavily on the cane.
House limped, alone, to his apartment, where he could let the piano speak for him.
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I think the importance of the piano is overlooked so much in canon, especially this season. Anyone agree?
If you don't get the title, message me and I'll explain it to you. :)
