Title: Separation
Disclaimer: Don't own House. Let me know if it's up for sale.
A/N: Again with the depressing. I hope it's out of my system. Sorry it's so short. My attention span seems to have gone the way of my levity.
He is standing outside the house that was once his. Its windows are watching him. Was it always so sinister? Or is it only the shadow of impending conflict?
All the petty things that used to seem so important don't matter anymore. He sees them for what they always were, little ripples drowned by waves. Her tantrums, and the cold nights. He doesn't love her. (He did once, but it's hard to remember days not filled with silent rage.)
There must have been good and sunny days, once. But now he has given up. He's only here to say goodbye.