Hello! I've finally gotten around to updating this story! I just had no inspiration until this point; I was watching a movie just a little while ago and I had so many great ideas, I just had to incorporate some into this story, so full of angst as it is. I know I was going to leave off with what was in House's letter until the courtroom scene when they all have to testify for Mr. Deleyney's son, but I thought it was better that House read it now and "tell us" what it's all about... I hope you all enjoy and leave me some feedback! But, please keep reading after this chapter; I would be very sad to lose people after they find out what was in the letter!

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Page One

House lay in the hospital room, exhausted, still cold no matter what the doctors had done to bring his temperature up. He was not at risk of hypothermia anymore, and House was slowly recovering after his midnight stint in the graveyard. Had it only been a handful of hours ago since he was at Cameron's headstone? Time had blurred and House hardly remembered the emergency workers carting him away in the ambulance. Cuddy and Wilson had stayed behind as Foreman and Chase came along, trying to assist the emergency crew in any way possible.

The lights were so bright in the room that House didn't want to open his eyes any wider than a squint, his white blankets reflecting the harsh light into his face. He buzzed for a nurse and snapped at her to dim the room, the nurse obeying and hurrying out of the room. It was the talk of the hospital that Dr. House had been admitted for hypothermia after spending all night outside in the snow. No one knew where he had been, and doctors Foreman and Chase were not speaking to anyone about the matter.

No one had come to visit him besides the nurse in a long time, House thought, wondering if any of the doctors were going to come and check on him. Besides the frostbite, he was considered medically 'out of harm's way' and no one wanted to risk him snapping at them, House supposed. He was too tired to do anything and all the doctor wanted to do was sleep. As he tried to make himself comfortable, falling into the rhythm of his own heartbeat, House looked over at the bed table where he had placed the letter Cameron had given him, only able to read the first page of it from where he lay. He had read it all once, while at the graveyard, but once was all he needed. He tried to forget and remember her words at the same time as he shut his eyes and drifted into a fitful sleep.

Dear Greg,

I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused the past few weeks. I know what I've done was wrong and I don't know what I could say to fix it; I have a feeling my words are only going to make it worse at this point, but I can't live with it all at the moment. I need to let you know.

House, I went home with Chase one night after work. I'm sure you didn't notice. I needed someone to hold me, to tell me they loved me, to say and do everything you wouldn't. I hurt Chase because he thought I loved him when, in truth, I loved you. You just couldn't see that and I couldn't tell you. I was too weak.

Love doesn't know what to do with itself until it's too late, I suppose. Even now, I think I'm going to lose you, no matter what I say or do. I just hope that, after you read this letter, you think better of me and tell me how you feel. I know this is almost too much to ask for, but I pray you have the decency to confront the matter instead of hoping it will go away on it's own.

Love knows no limits, Greg. I'm afraid that nothing you do will stop me from caring about you. You can hurt me all you want, but nothing is going to change. I will love you. I just hope you can see that in time. I hope Chase will see that, too. I cared for him, I really did, but you were the one I wanted to be with. You, of all people.

I can see the future; it's beautiful.

I see Chase, sitting at his desk, talking to his wife over the phone, happily married to someone who will love him as much as he said he loved me. I see Foreman, promoted higher than he ever believed possible, making millions because of what he does, richer than Mr. Deleyney himself. I see Wilson, by your side like the faithful friend he is, and I see Cuddy, smiling always how she smiled at me when she found me in your office after I fell. And I see you. I see you holding my hand, your smiles falling like drops of rain upon me, your voice music I've always heard but never listened to before now.

I wanted you to know I love everything about you, even the pain and angst you always carry with you, hidden behind that cynical mask you wear. I don't feel the same way any other time besides when I look at you. I can't breathe when you look at me. I know this is something you'll probably just tear up and throw away, passed off as the writings of a love sick girl, but I hope that if you only remember a bit of what I've said, it will be the words "I love you."

But, sometimes, I wish I could forget all about you, because I keep thinking my ideas will never reach your hard heart. I want you to find someone you love, even if it's not me; if you think you'll be happier with Stacy, by all means, say something. You'll never know unless you speak up. I want you to get to a place I can't reach, so I know I can just give up and watch you be happy. As long as you're happy. Love means standing back and letting your feelings keep you company sometimes. But love means never forgetting.

Please, be happy. If my love can do that, I've won, you've won, we've all won.

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I know I've mentioned that there was more than one page of Cameron's letter, so consider this page one, like the chapter title says. I know this is super sappy and full of angst, but you have to remember that this comes from the pen of a desperate, love sick person who just can't figure everything out on her own. You would be surprised at what YOU would write if you were in Cameron's position, I bet! It gets less sappy as we go along, I think, because Cameron starts to write about the Deleyney case and stuff that will actually help House instead of just make him sad. So, I hope this was alright and I look forward to your comments! Thank you so much for reading and I'll update soon, hopefully! (This was the first time I've ever used House's first name in a story! Greg... Hum, it just doesn't sound right at the moment, but if I keep using it, it'll be less clumsy to me...)