Inspired bởi one of the best short stories I’ve ever read in my life, we dealt with it a few years cách đây in German class and since that ngày I have been loving it.

Here’s the link to an English translation, if bạn have time, read it, it’s great. The last part gets me everytime:

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I used the last line of it in my oneshot

I hope it is any good.

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Wilson noticed House from afar.
The sounds of his cane were the first indiction, followed bởi a thin, lanky and tall shape that made its way to the bench where Wilson was sitting.

Wilson looked up as he felt a light air draft, caused bởi House who was sitting down.
The oncologist turned his head slightly in the direction of him and realized that something was different.

Though House never radiated an aura of happiness it had hardly been this bad.
The misery and sadness and also resignation had never been as noticeable as it was now.
House’s body seemed shrunken, his limbs slack, and his face, his face seemed tired, cachectic and old.
Every wrinkle stood out, deeply dug in his visage, a dull, absent-minded and wistful expression in his eyes.
Wilson knew the reason.

“House…for god’s sake, stop blaming yourself, it was not your fault!”

The addressed one jerked and turned his head into the direction of the speaker, slowly, incredibly slowly, so it seemed to Wilson.
He knew that House had not been oblivious of him, Mất tích in his thoughts, that were as painful as the pain in his leg.
But in contrast to his leg, House had not found a way to deal with them, hoặc to ease them yet.

House’s icy blue eyes met Wilson’s brown and the look they gave them frightened him.
House stared at him, but Wilson was not sure if his words had actually reached House’s mind hoặc affected his head, his friend’s gaze was filled with numbness and emptiness now, but seemed to pierce him nevertheless.
Wilson could not tell for how long House remained in this position but finally he turned his head away again and stared onto the floor instead.

“House!”

He did not react. His left arm lay on his thigh and his head was propped on his right palm.
As Wilson had already decided to give up, House opened his mouth and whispered:

“I was there…”
Wilson looked at him and asked gently:

“In her room?”

House nodded carefully.

“I’m sure she will be fine again.”

A dry laughter escaped from House’s mouth.

“You have not been there…”

“House…stop talking like that…and stop blaming yourself!”

He quickly turned his head around and glared at Wilson

“You have no idea! If I hadn’t…”

His voice trailed off and he averted his eyes again, so that Wilson could not see the tears that were burning in his eyes.

Wilson remained silent.
House did not say a word either.

“I never appreciated what I had. I considered it as normal, took it for granted…and now, it’s gone. Now I know that for me it was the only glimmer of light…and I have destroyed it.
It was just so natural for me. “

Wilson did not look at him.

“Now I know that it was paradise”

With that words he got up and limped away, not caring where he was going. It didn't matter.

Wilson did not lift his head to gaze after House, he looked at his shoes instead.
But he didn’t see his shoes.
He just thought the whole time about the word paradise.