Double-Drabble 61: Just a Girl
"There was this girl I used to know, when I was a kid," Wilson was smiling nostalgically as he and House ate their food together. "She was the greatest thing that ever happened to me."
House rolled his eyes. "I'll assume she was very good in bed?"
"No, we had something," he took a bite of his salad, "We spent summer nights walking along beaches and winters ice skating together. I told her I would marry her," James smirked, and then sighed. "After a while, she got sick."
"Sick? Too much frolicking in snow and enjoying sunsets get to her?" House asked, familiar with this lovesick Wilson.
"She got some form of cancer. I don't remember what. I was sixteen. I promised her I'd save her life, and even to her last days, when she lost all her hair, I still was there to kiss her tears away." He swallowed hard.
Gregory raised his eyebrows. "What was her name?"
Wilson smiled faintly. "That was too long ago. I made myself forget everything about her. I don't remember her name, or why she died, but I remember she had bright red hair." He stood up. "She was just a girl, anyways."
Fin.
