Hello! It's been a looong while since I've been on here. But I'm attempting to start writing fanfiction again... Anyway, a short beginning... but I want to know if anyone is actually interested in this story... So feedback would be greatly appreciated :) Enjoy!

Preface

Allison Cameron was Greg House's only truth. She was the one thing that would never corrode with time. His leg, his rat, his brain, his life, and all of his possessions would all rust and fade into the dust beneath is Nikes. But the feelings he held toward Cameron would forever remain in the hallways of Princeton Plainsboro, in the keys of his piano, and in the hearts of those that saw the glances he snuck in her direction.

He could hide all of this from himself, his clever brain detaching all the evidence away from the conscious part of him, but he couldn't, despite his best efforts, prevent everyone else, or at least the observant people around him, from seeing this truth. It was his subconscious which sent him almost nightly reminders of her.

When he woke in the mornings it was often with the sense that she was laying by his side, but reality would come sweeping in on the quietest of wings and bring him back to his empty bed and empty life. He would tell himself in the silence of the morning that he was simply reacting to how attractive she was and he didn't actually care about her.

He cared about no one. He would nod silently to himself though he was unaware of doing so and shake to two pills into the palm of his hand before standing and heading off to start yet another day in a sea of days that seemed to hold no meaning at all. It was his daily routine, a constant, insistent cycle that held him captive morning after morning…

He was smart enough to realize that he would never make it out...

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