A/N - And now Wilson gets to star in yet another drabble.
All that are left of remnants of yet another broken relationship. Another broken marriage.
It's a broken picture frame, and a manila envelope that doesn't need to be opened.
It's the velveteen box with it's contents replaced.
It's the beeping red light of the answering machine and his lawyer's all-to-familiar-voice.
Takeout carton's in his best friend's house as he sleeps on the couch, because he doesn't want to go home.
An empty whiskey bottle as he tried to forget, and House was there to commiserate.
Remnants of his life, their life.
All that are left of remnants.
And it hurts.
