Chapter 9 – I quit, I give up
House turned off the ignition and looked down. He wasn’t going to hiển thị anyone his emotions again. Stupid accident, what was he thinking? He knew what she wanted; damn it, he wanted it too, but she didn’t want to admit it. Now who was stubborn?
That wasn’t how things were supposed to have happened. She was always his kill-joy, his conscious; she kept him for doing crazy things, she saved his đít, mông, ass all the time. At the moment, he was the logical person; she was the one who kept running and avoiding the situations… how ironic was that?
He entered his house and turned the stereo on. His áo khoác fell on the couch
as the woman sang…
“But I don't know why that means bạn and I are…
That means bạn and…
I quit, I give up."
He grabbed a bia and sat on the couch. He wasn’t in the mood for TV, not even for the l World.
That was it, no thêm Lisa Cuddy, no thêm being a funny friend; the old Gregory House was coming back, whether anyone wanted him to, hoặc not.
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Cuddy froze. She was parked outside House’s home, but she didn’t know exactly what she was going to do. He had made himself very clear. She had made a decision, and she was there. The tiếp theo step to be taken was to knock on his door and do something, say something.
There was a knock at the door, House heard it, but he was seated too comfortably to get up.
The knocks became stronger and annoying. He got up and opened the door quickly. Cuddy stood there; she never thought that he would open the door.
That was the reality, and she had to do something.
“House, we need to talk.” Cuddy said, calming herself.
“I think that we already did that.” He replied dryly and tried to close the door. She kept him from doing that; her hand was on the door and her eyes on him.
“I was fooling myself. bạn did what I never thought bạn could. bạn actually
revealed your feelings. I didn’t know what to do. Can’t I have a little doubt? This is all new for me, even for Wilson…and…for you. ”
“Are bạn finished?”
She didn’t know what thêm to say. There she was, trying to apologize to House, but he wasn’t listening. She took one step back and the door closed.
How could he, she thought. It was House after all…but he has changed right?
She wasn’t dreaming, all of that had happened. How could he just ignore it in a matter of minutes?
She stared at his house from under the rain. It was finished…it had never begun, but
it was finished. She got inside her car and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop the tears from dropping.
He limped to his room, toke the t-shirt off and lay back on his bed. No thêm thinking for today. His tim, trái tim was killing him, something that he had only felt once in his life; something that he didn’t want to remember. Stacy.
That was it… but this time he was dumping her, not the other way around.
TBC
House turned off the ignition and looked down. He wasn’t going to hiển thị anyone his emotions again. Stupid accident, what was he thinking? He knew what she wanted; damn it, he wanted it too, but she didn’t want to admit it. Now who was stubborn?
That wasn’t how things were supposed to have happened. She was always his kill-joy, his conscious; she kept him for doing crazy things, she saved his đít, mông, ass all the time. At the moment, he was the logical person; she was the one who kept running and avoiding the situations… how ironic was that?
He entered his house and turned the stereo on. His áo khoác fell on the couch
as the woman sang…
“But I don't know why that means bạn and I are…
That means bạn and…
I quit, I give up."
He grabbed a bia and sat on the couch. He wasn’t in the mood for TV, not even for the l World.
That was it, no thêm Lisa Cuddy, no thêm being a funny friend; the old Gregory House was coming back, whether anyone wanted him to, hoặc not.
----
Cuddy froze. She was parked outside House’s home, but she didn’t know exactly what she was going to do. He had made himself very clear. She had made a decision, and she was there. The tiếp theo step to be taken was to knock on his door and do something, say something.
There was a knock at the door, House heard it, but he was seated too comfortably to get up.
The knocks became stronger and annoying. He got up and opened the door quickly. Cuddy stood there; she never thought that he would open the door.
That was the reality, and she had to do something.
“House, we need to talk.” Cuddy said, calming herself.
“I think that we already did that.” He replied dryly and tried to close the door. She kept him from doing that; her hand was on the door and her eyes on him.
“I was fooling myself. bạn did what I never thought bạn could. bạn actually
revealed your feelings. I didn’t know what to do. Can’t I have a little doubt? This is all new for me, even for Wilson…and…for you. ”
“Are bạn finished?”
She didn’t know what thêm to say. There she was, trying to apologize to House, but he wasn’t listening. She took one step back and the door closed.
How could he, she thought. It was House after all…but he has changed right?
She wasn’t dreaming, all of that had happened. How could he just ignore it in a matter of minutes?
She stared at his house from under the rain. It was finished…it had never begun, but
it was finished. She got inside her car and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop the tears from dropping.
He limped to his room, toke the t-shirt off and lay back on his bed. No thêm thinking for today. His tim, trái tim was killing him, something that he had only felt once in his life; something that he didn’t want to remember. Stacy.
That was it… but this time he was dumping her, not the other way around.
TBC
