Here another fic that i wrote. It's very sad, but i hope that you'll like it nevertheless.
ENJOY.
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HOUSE POV:
I was tired of being miserable; I didn't want Lisa to be hurt because I didn't have the guts to tell her how I felt. It wasn't fair. I wanted her to be happy. We went through a lot together. I was a coward and everything my father told me was true, I was never going to be happy and die alone.
I only want the best for Lisa. I want her to have a life, to be happy. I wish I'd never ruined her dates; maybe she would have been married and had children of her own by now. The only thing she would have wanted, to be a mother and care for her children. I was selfish. It's true; I don't care about any others happiness but there was something special about her. She deserves to be happy. She deserved to be loved. Okay, it was true I love her, maybe more than anybody will but I wasn't good enough for her. I wouldn't have changed if we were together, I would still be a drug addict, I would insult her. I would make her cry. I was aware that I was hurting myself not confessing the truth to her, but I'll be even more hurt if she turns me down, or doesn't feel the same way about me. I had no intention of that happening to me. Every time I would get hurt she would be there, by my side, but it hurt her to see me like this. I had so many near death experiences that made her scared or worried and I couldn't let that happen anymore. I didn't have the guts to be the father of her child. I would annoy her, by waking her up in the middle of the night, I would get sued well the hospital would and it would lose money or I'd destroy machines, and they had to be replaced, or insult patients. To be honest I can't tell anybody why I didn't those things, if that question would have ever been asked.
I was going to die, with only Lisa on my thoughts; I'd never find a more peaceful and happier death.
I made sure I made a letter.
One for Wilson, One for Cuddy. One for the both of them.
I drank and drank.
I popped pills, over and over until there weren't anymore, but death wouldn't take me.
I wanted, in a way to die.
But in a way my body refused.
I felt pain but it wasn't that kind of pain.
The one that you feel when you're in love.
I was on my bed.
Waiting to either go to Heaven or Hell.
I held a picture in my hand, pressing it against my chest close to my heart.
My life slowly fading away.
My heart stopping.
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A knock was frapped on the door.
It was Cuddy.
She probably took the hidden key and let herself in.
She called me and I didn't answer.
She went to my room to find me on my bed.
She knew something happened to me as soon as she saw the bottles of alcohol.
She shook me but I didn't respond.
"Greg, please." She pleaded.
I didn't move.
She checked if I had a pulse. There wasn't one.
"Please. Don't do this. I need you." She pleaded once more.
She called Wilson.
He came over right away.
"Wilson he's dead." She told him.
She couldn't stop crying.
"What am I going to do?"
They hugged.
They were still in my room.
"look he has something on his chest." Wilson said getting up from the chair he was sitting in.
"See what it is please."
He picked up the picture.
"It's you."
"What?" She asked.
"It's a picture of you and him." He told her showing it to her.
She smiled at the sight of it.
"it was when we were at Michigan together. "
"He left us letters." Wilson stated looking on the table.
"What does it say?" She asked between sobs.
"Well one of them says that he left us 2 letters for the both of us and to please read them." He said handing her her letter.
Lisa sat down and started reading.
"Lisa, please don't be sad. That was the last thing that I wanted to do. I want you to be happy, and I was keeping you from happiness and I'm sorry about that. I love you. I've wanted to say those words for so long and now I finally had the chance. You're probably wondering why I never told you. I was afraid that you didn't feel the same way. God that's the only thing that I've ever wanted, for you to love me. But how could you? I'm an ass and I'm so mean to you. Trust me. I regret it. I really do. I also want to apologize that I never had the guts to be the sperm donor for your baby, so that's why I left you some before my death. If you love me please use it and tell my child, well our child that I'll always love her or him. Again, please don't be mad at me, I'll always be with you. I love you more than anything. He was wrong about one thing my father, that I would never find true love, but I found you. Love, always and forever, Greg"
She never stopped crying.
Wilson was still reading the letter.
"Wilson, please don't be mad at me. You were my best friend I couldn't have asked for a better one. I left you and Lisa all my belongings. Give the third letter to lisa, you'll know when the time is right. Take care of her, Wilson. Please. Thank you. House."
"He's dead, Wilson." Lisa repeated over and over again.
"Yes he is." They cried over my death.
They were devastated.
I sacrificed my own happiness for hers to be unconditional.
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TBC…
I might continue, I might not. Please tell me if I should.
Please review. =D
