Some days he regrets ever listening to House.
He curses his own vulnerability, his stubbornness. His inability to listen to all the warnings.
He curses his naivety. Just how could he think that everything would be all right?
But most of all he curses his selfishness.
Because in the end he did it to satisfy his own need of adventure.
Some days when he comes back from work to find a house that has grown cold and dark during the hours he was gone. Those days when it hits him just how empty it is.
That's when he regrets meeting House at all.
Because then he wouldn't have met Allison either and he wouldn't miss her so damn much.
Their love starts out with a slow glow.
And then it grows, its shine becoming so much brighter.
It's fire, explosions on his skin every time they touch. They are a fire hazard. (And he loves her so much).
Their flame goes smaller but steadier. (He thinks she's the woman he wants to spend his life with.) It is the safety of knowing someone loves you, and you love them back. Their love becomes warmth.
But when you don't add fuel to the fire it becomes weak. And it can only take so much rain before it starts to flicker, to die. (He tries to save it, he really does. He marries her, because he loves her)
And then they blow it out. Together
Some days when he comes back to an empty house and the hours just slip through his fingers like water, he wants to think he made the right choice. That it was obvious they couldn't ride this last storm out. That he saved them time.
(And then he thinks he's not at all good at this lying to yourself thing, because he doesn't believe a word he tries to tell himself. If they were bound to drown, he should have fought at least
A/N: Just a quick something I wrote after watching 6: 8. Unbeta'd so please forgive any errors
