A Symmetry
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Note: Just a little double-drabble I (accidentally) wrote. Inspired by two of Sarah McLachlan's songs.
She isn't supposed to be the one who let him down. She tried so hard to love him. In vain. It still crumbled, it always crumbles.
And she knows she will never get used to the feeling of failure.
Now all she feels is a frail emptiness. Searching through every face to see if she can find a reflection of her own misdeeds. To see where they went wrong.
She can't blame him any longer. He committed no sin. Unexpectedly innocent.
He can only see her fault; he refuses to see her pain.
"We all falter sometimes, House."
Instead, she leaves him with his misery, the one that won't betray.
But she can't fight the urge. She wants to pull him back into her arms. Make him forget that he is scarred.
"Show you all the beauty you possess."
Futile.
If only he would believe…
"…an edge and a charm. So careful when I'm in your arms."
Strange is the guilt of happiness. There really is no way to stop it, reluctant of both edges of the spectrum. Instead, she settles for self-pity.
And she knows she will never get used to the feeling.
But she preferred symmetry all along…