The day's last one-way ticket train pulls in
We smile for the casual closure capturing
There goes the downpour
There goes my fare thee well
She walked up to the porch as she put the key into the hole. Her glove covered hands made contact with the doorknob. She could feel a sudden emptiness overwhelm her. A sudden feeling of loss over took her. She knew what she would find. She knew as soon as her hand had touched the doorknob that something was different, something was off.
She turned the knob and took a step forward into the silence of the house. She looked around, everything was the same, but different. The music sheets that had once splayed messily on the piano had disappeared, the navy blue leather guitar case was gone from its usually place, the space felt empty, void. Her eyes finally laid upon the tiny lone piece of paper and she knew. She knew what had happened.
She took short, slow steps toward the table, prolonging the inevitable. She could now see the sad excuse for writing scrawled on the paper in black ink. She reached for it, her hand shaking in anticipation. Tears welled as she read the paper. She could feel the hot tears streaming down her cheeks now, her throat felt dry, devoid of water. She felt her throat constricting, making it harder for her to breath. Her breaths were short, urgent as she gasped for air. She could feel her legs give out from under her as she fell to the ground in fits of tears.
She clutched the tiny paper, holding it to her chest. She laid her head on the side of the leg of the table. It was over. Done for. Their relationship, the one that had been expected to last forever, had come to an end, over a letter. A letter meant to bring happiness and joy to the recipient, not cause sadness and agony.
She sat there for what seemed like forever, before getting up. Maybe she was wrong, maybe he hadn't left. She knew she was kidding herself, but she hoped, prayed that this was a joke, a sick prank that he was playing. She walked into their bedroom, surveying the room. Everything looked the same, but she knew that just like the living room, things were not the same. His favorite shirt that had been lying on his side of the bed was no longer in sight. His Ipod that contained his favorite music was no longer on the nightstand.
She ran to the restroom. His toothbrush was gone. His aftershave, the one she loved so much, had also disappeared. She opened the cabinet and noticed that his electronic razor was gone. The restroom felt so barren, so empty without his possessions.
She checked the closet next. His clothes were still there, but she noticed that a few of his jeans and t-shirts had disappeared. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and smelt it, his scent was faint but there. This was all she had left of him.
She walked back into the living room and took the now wrinkled note, laying it flat against the table. She took out her favorite book off the bookshelf, noticing that his favorites were gone. She opened it to a page that had been dog-eared and stuck the note inside flat. She hugged the leather covered book tightly against her chest as she whispered, "I love you too."
There's really no way to reach me
'Cause I'm already gone
A/N: I'm SO sorry for not updating! It's been so long and I just lost my inspiration, although that's not really an excuse. I'm just sorry. I hope you guys like this chapter and I'll update soon! I promise! As for the story, just know that Meredith and House were in love. And they were at the point where they lived together so yeah...
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