Disclaimer : The characters aren't mine, don't own it. The lyrics aren't mine either.

Pairing : House/Stacy

Author's note : English isn't my mother tongue.

Author's note 2 : Here's my second fic… Well, it's a songfic. Hope you'll like it.

Song used : Frozen by Within Temptation.

Frozen

Never look back 'cause it hurts.
My heart is so cold
I feel the frost,
Never look back.

Sometimes, she used to wake up in the middle of the night, lying still in her bed for hours, bitter memories coming back to haunt her. She was just thinking, about him. She couldn't stop thinking of him. Even when she tries hard to stop thinking about him, he would always come back .Even when he's not really with her, she always feels a presence. She often feels guilty about what she had to do, a long time ago, knowing that he would never forgive her for this act. She also thought about their relationship, what made it work for so many years, or why their relationship ended, what she could have done to make it work.

(But when there's a beginning, there's also an end.)

Sometimes I regret I had to do,
'Cause our love was somehow true.

Sometimes, when she couldn't fall asleep, she used to get out of bed, take her coat, and walk outside. Sometimes, it would rain. She loved when there was a soft rain ; when it rains, you couldn't tell if it was a waterdrop or a teardrop that was running on her cheeks. Most of the time, it was a teardrop. She would cry without realizing it. She would slide against a wall and remain on the ground for minutes. And she would listen to the slight whisper of the rain. When she was ready, she used get up and walk towards her house. She would think about the past, about the present and even the future. Once in a while, a car would pass by her, in slow motion. She could see the face of the man that she was desperately running away from. She used to ask, why the fate was so cruel with her ; what had she done ? Did she make a mistkae ? Did she hurt someone ? Did she run far away from the person that she hurt ?

Oh, yes, she had done all these things. Unfotunately, past is a thing that you can't change, you have to live with your mistakes all your life. But life is hard.

(Or maybe it's the weight of the cowardice that presses on her consciousness.)

Sometimes I see your face

As pure as you are mine.

Sometimes, she would stare at nothing in her room. With empty eyes and showing no expression at all, she would think about her life : she has a successful career, a beautiful house, a lot of friends who care about her, a loving husband, but she wasn't happy. Something was missing, and she knew perfectly what was missing. But nothing could be done, she knew it. She used to tell herself lies before she went to sleep, hoping that there were become true the next morning.

(We are all telling ourselves sweet lies.)

But that was before.

Now, she just…. lives, knowing that the hole will never be filled again. She's just have to move on. So she goes every night in her bed, trying not to think about the past that she left behind. Because she doesn't want to be hurt more than she is now. Because she wants to live her life. Because she wants to maintain the illusion that everything's going to be alright.

Because she wants to forget these icy blue eyes.

(Memories can't be forgotten.)

Never look back.