A/N: Inspired by the song Tears,by Rufio.

This is, for now, a one-shot. However, I've been thinking about writing more chapters. How do you feel about that?

This fic takes place about 4 years after the 5th season finale.

Disclaimer: I don't own House, M. D. or any of the characters in it, unfortunately.

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I felt my first tremor today, my first twitch. Chorea is starting. I know that, from now on, I'll start degrading, down-spiraling fast. And I know I can't do this to her.

Not after all she's given me. Not when I love her so much.

She's lost her first husband already, and I know the pain it caused her. I can't stand the idea of being the one to make her feel it all over again. I can't.

I enter what has been our home for the last three years, and find her sound asleep on the couch. It's over 2 am; she must have been worried: I'm not usually out that late, and I always let her know when I am.

But not today. Today, I'm not late because House kept me at the hospital. I'm late because I needed to drink. I needed alcohol in my system to do what I am about to.

And I'm secretly glad she's not awake. That way, I won't have to look into her sad eyes as I say goodbye. My last memory of her will be the lovely, smiling face I saw this morning, her green-blue eyes glittering as she kissed me.

I walk silently into our bedroom, trying not to wake her. Silently still, I gather my stuff. Just the essentials: a few clothes, hygiene products, and pictures; my personal pictures, of my childhood, my family, and of the two of us. I need something to keep me going on my own. I need something to keep me from calling her, from coming back, and I hope looking at pictures of her will do.

I stuff all of it in a suitcase and walk to the front door. However, as much as I know I should leave as fast as I can, I can't resist heading to the couch where she lies.

I sit on the floor beside her and watch her sleep. I don't want to go, I don't want to be apart from her, but I have to. So I seize these last moments.

I talk to her while she's asleep. I recall our best moments together, and thank her for them. I know she can't hear a word, but something inside me tells me she knows all that I'm saying by heart, as if she could hear everything.

I look at her and watch her leave my life forever. I'm the one going away, but, when it comes to my life, I'll remain stuck with it, and she's the one leaving. She's here beside me, but I already feel her far away.

I try saying my last words to her, but nothing comes out. Then, I tell her that I care, and nothing more. There are no words to express how I feel, so I simply cry.

I feel the tears forming and I try to stop them from falling, but I can't. This pouring rain from my eyes is just too much to keep inside.

And the tears streak down my face in a silent cry. Tears that show my mixed emotions: fear, sadness, longing, love, and so many other feelings I can't even name. Tears that are so much more than just tears.

I get up, turn around, and walk away from my love.

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So, should I go on?