I can't believe that he seriously did this to me. I knew that as soon as I broke up with him he would go right back to the pills and destructive behaviors. I never thought that it would come to this. I didn't imagine that I would be sitting here in the chapel, with a black shiny casket in the front of the room. He had taken his life, unable to cope with the pain of a lifetimes worth of losses. He had nobody left. Wilson has been gone for almost a year, Forman and the team had all moved on, and I had also left. In a way I feel this is my fault. If I had given him another chance and told him I would be there for him, maybe I would be doing something with him right now. Not sitting here and wondering what could have been. The funeral came to a close, followed by the burial. I stayed around until the last person left and then approached the grave. I knelt down on the freshly dug grave and put my hand to it. " I'm sorry, I should have been here. I have loved you everyday for the past 20 years. That has never changed. You and I were made for eachother, but now it's too late. I'm sorry House. I will always be in love with you. My only regret is not saving you. " With that I stood up and walked back to my car. My tears started pouring out and I knew I had just lost the best person I had ever met.