Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D. or If You're Not The One by Daniel Bedingfield.
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She left her car in the parking space outside his apartment, opting instead to walk home. She would pick it up later – when he was at work. The cold breeze brushed across her face, stinging reluctant tears from her wide eyes. This was it, wasn't it? This was the end. Perhaps it was better this way. This way she would no longer have to put up with his insults and he would no longer have to put up with her barely concealed feelings for him. They weren't meant to be, and they would never be meant to be no matter how much she tried to make it happen. She was too young, too inexperienced, too idealistic, too damaged to be any good for him.
She loved him.
But in the end, did it really matter how much she cared? She loved him. She would always love him. She would never be with him. It would never work.
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
Her steps pacing on the cool concrete were steady and light. Though they were slow, it somehow felt like she was running away. Cameron wasn't a coward, was she?
A car zoomed past, heading in the direction of the hospital. Perhaps that was their next patient on the way. She would never know now. It wasn't her patient anymore. The memory of the letters she had received that morning flashed through her head. No, it wasn't her patient – her work was with Yule now. Or at least it would be soon – once she mailed the acceptance letter. Somehow she had put off mailing that letter until she had informed House that she would be leaving. Maybe there was that shred of hope in her yet.
I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
But why did she allow herself to hope? This. Was. It. House hadn't stopped her from leaving – as she had never thought he would. There was no hope. Maybe she would return to Princeton for a visit in ten years time and find him happy with someone else – the woman he lived with for a bit, maybe. Maybe he would have stopped taunting Cuddy about her blouses; maybe he would have stopped telling Chase that he was British; maybe he would have stopped making comments about Foreman. Maybe it would be because he was happy.
Or maybe it would be because he was dead.
'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
And know my heart is by your side
She would allow herself to consider that. Taking one glance backwards in the general direction of House's apartment, she raised a hand in acknowledgement.
Perhaps she was saying goodbye to House.
Or perhaps she was saying goodbye to her heart.
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
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