A/N: This story was written for the Saturday Night Writing Challenge at Fox/House. First Line Prompt - "It was a dark and stormy night."
Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D., or any of its characters, nor do I profit from this story.
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Inky Musings
It was a dark and stormy night.
Thunder grumbled across the heavens like a great lumbering giant,
plodding along the darkened corridors of some mythical castle.
But the moonless sky was no match for the darkness of her thoughts.
She sat in bed, staring at the sleeping form of the love of her life.
Time was her enemy.
It had advanced so insidiously, this wretched thief,
that she never knew what hit her.
It siphoned her beauty as well as her youth,
almost imperceptibly, as the days crept into years.
There was no hope of winning,
but to lose this soon was unthinkable.
She remembered when they first met.
How he treasured her, when it was all so new.
His hunger for her was insatiable.
Their love was a synthesis of bodies and souls.
He tells her with pride, after all these years,
how he knows everything there is to know about her.
The comfort that brings is tainted with sadness.
How she longs to be free from the constraints of an aging body,
and a mind that fears the years to come.
But then he awakes.
He gathers her into his arms.
His comforting hand wipes away her silent tears.
"Why's my beautiful girl crying?" he asks.
Why, indeed.
They make love.
It is as fresh and new as when they first wed.
Has her enemy now become her friend?
Time has forged a friendship, an enduring bond,
an unwavering passion that knows no bounds.
It's unveiled true beauty, while bestowing these gifts,
almost imperceptibly, stealthily, as their lives unfold.
Her heart speaks the truth.
Her soul is at peace.
His love sees no flaws, only perfection.
Fin