Note: I do not own Keith Urban or House or Wilson or anything from House M.D
Alone in this house again tonight
I got the TV on
The sound turned down
and a bottle of wine.
There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me
The way that it was and could have been surrounds me
I'll never get over you walkin' away
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that being strong meant never losin' your self control
But I'm just drunk enough
To let go of my pain
To hell with my pride
Let it fall like rain from my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry
Keith Urban: Tonight I Wanna Cry
James stared at the picture in his hand. The only picture he had taken from his and Julie's house. It was their wedding picture. He felt tears well in his eyes and he looked around but no one was there. House was still at the hospital, undoubtedly tormenting the ducklings.
He sighed and stared at the bottles of whiskey in front of him. 'House will kill me' he thought but he didn't care. All that mattered was that she had left and had ripped out his heart and taken it with her. All that mattered was that he could hardly keep the strong drink down but he would because it dulled the pain in his chest, where his heart had been. All that mattered was that he wanted to cry until he couldn't anymore and House wasn't here to stop him or mock him.
Tears spilled down his face and for the first time in a long time he didn't stop them. He didn't care anymore. It wouldn't matter. He would muddle through this just as he had everything else. He would keep going because he had to many things to do before he could die.
He opened another bottle and drank it. His vision fuzzed and he continued to cry. He didn't care about anything. Not about what House would say. Not about what would happen if Cuddy found out. Not even about what his patients would think if their appointment where rescheduled due to a hangover of mass proportions.
But then again they wouldn't suspect anything. He was goodly Doctor Wilson. He never did anything bad. What did they know? They didn't know he was going to drink himself to sleep tonight and every other night he could until everything stopped hurting. They didn't know he had cheated in his first two marriages. They didn't know that he hated being so depended on sometimes.
He buried his head in the pillow as the whiskey played torment on his stomach. He cried into the pillow stopping only when he ran out of tears and finally feel into a nightmare filled sleep.