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This is another little drabble. It takes place right at the end of Help Me, when House comes back at his apartment.
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He watched his reflection on the mirror with angry and disappointed eyes. He could barely see his features, the light in the room was dim and the rest of the apartment was plunger into the darkness. The man he saw in front of him wasn't the one he wanted to be, not the man he was.
''I don't love you,'' she had shouted in his face with all the strength she had. He'd almost believed her.
But as dishonest as she could have been, it didn't change a thing.
Her image appeared to his eyes in the mirror. She was happy, but not with him. And it selfishly hurt.
He'd changed, because of her, for her. But it didn't change a thing. He felt that all his efforts, everyday he'd spent trying to live with his pain without the help of opiates were pointless.
His gaze froze at the memory, and the realization. He closed his eyes to pull away the insane thought that crossed his mind but couldn't help but think about the two amber bottles hidden behind the mirror facing him.
He opened his eyes again, but instead of meeting the fade blue of his eyes, the dark ones of Hanna looked at him straight in the eyes, her gaze terrified. It achieved devouring every rational thoughts in his mind. Tightening his grip on the sides of the mirror, he teared it apart and throw it away, not giving the million pieces on the bathroom's floor any attention. All he could see was vicodine.
The End.
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