Matter

Alone. The sun shone through the colored windows; a rainbow of spectacular colors reflecting off of the red wood benches. The warm light spread throughout the room, illuminating the silver and sparkling diamonds in her earrings. Illuminating the crystal tears that fell from her eyes. The constant arguing inside her head was exhausting. He killed all of those babies, so she had the right to kill him. It was fair, wasn't it? The constant thoughts struggling in her mind were torturous. Somehow, with the force of the throbbing headache, and the warm tears slipping down her face, fairness didn't seem to be the issue. What she did was wrong, she knew that. It went against the New Jersey Law, but even more importantly, it went against her own beliefs. It wasn't right, but he was going to die anyway. She felt a hand on her shoulder. House's hand. "I'm proud of you." He muttered. She peered at him and then looked away. What did his pride matter? As the tears slipped down her face, he limped out of the room, and she realized it didn't matter. At all.