I didn't know whether writing a whole chapter devoted to "her" would be a good idea, but I like risks, so I went for it! Please enjoy!

Tears

She couldn't believe herself. How could this have happened? For months and months, she had lived in doubt. For weeks and weeks, she had lived in fear. For days and days, she had not lived at all, but found herself drawn into a situation she had no control of. Love was not rational and she wanted rationality in her life. If only she had not let herself be drawn in.

Silently, she undid the braid, plucking every strand of hair away from the clip before setting it on the dresser. A single lamp was on, the warm light doing nothing to drive away the chill autumn air; her heat wasn't working. Slowly, she brushed her hair, the waves coming back to float around her face. Dragging her fingers through the strands, she placed the brush by the clip.

What was he doing right now? Was he loading up on painkillers? Was he reviewing medical textbooks? Was he already asleep? Glancing at the clock, she sighed. Any normal person would be asleep by now, she thought. It seemed forever since she had gotten a full night of sleep. She slept so well when she had had her last night shift, the memory coming back. Ironic she could sleep in a hospital full of sick people who needed her and with House a few minutes walk away.

Turning off the lamp, she shivered. Her stomach hurt from being up so late and not eating anything all day. She made a quick note to eat a fast meal on her way out. She had night shift tomorrow night, too, and before getting into bed, she double checked that her bag was by the door. As kind as House was in that rain incident, she hoped never to borrow anything from him again. She was too scared to even say thank you. If she had said one word to him, it would have started the landslide and she would have to admit everything. What he had accidentally said during that staff meeting echoed in her mind. She wondered if it was a true mistake or if he had just said something he had been thinking about long before then...

The look in his eyes after he realized what had been said. The fire behind those ice grey eyes had been startling. There was not one person in the room who had not shuddered in a sudden fear. The wrath of House was not an easy load to bear, and so they had said nothing, looking back and forth from House to her. After several seconds had passed by, she had gotten up and left the room, a hand laid across her eyes. She still didn't remember how she had found her way to her office.

She pulled the comforter back and slid into the bed, the room dark and quiet. Over and over again, she replayed the scene, hearing every word in her head, his voice cold and harsh. Tears wet her pillow, rolling down her cheek and across her face, salty on her lips. Frustrated, she wiped her eyes with her blanket. How immature was she acting? She was not a teenager anymore; to be weeping in her bed over a man was not acceptable. But, a grown woman wouldn't have been so stupid as to compose music and slip it under his door, half hoping he would never notice it was there. The words she had made up to the song were her favorite words, but they had a bitter taste to them, now. If all of this ended how she supposed it would, how it must end eventually, she would never be able to say anything that reminded her of him without bursting into sobs.

The tears trickled again, clumping her eyelashes, wetting her face. Exhausted from emotion and hard work at the hospital, she fell asleep, never bothering to wipe the tears away.

There we are! I keep re-playing the last chapter in my head already and I can't wait to work on it, but I want to get a few more chapters in before I give everyone the tearjerker... Don't worry, I want it to end sadly hopeful or happily sad. Something that makes you smile, but cry at the same time... Huh. I have a lot of work ahead of me! Thanks for reading and please review! I love reviews and it helps me think of what I am going to write next! Thanks!