House was at home, playing his Пианино as he collected his thoughts about what could happen to him. Amber was still very present, even if she wasn’t visible all the time. There was a knock at the door.
Wilson: Do Ты need help packing?
House: For what?
Wilson: You’re supposed to be going to the psych ward tomorrow.
House: Oh that. Yeah, I’m not going.
Wilson: What?
Wilson shut the door behind him, as House sat back down at his piano.
House: I heard about your devious yet flawed, plan.
Wilson: This is the best thing for you.
House: I will not be forced to do something I don’t need to do, in order to make Ты feel less guilty in the future.
Wilson: House, you’re not making any sense—
House: I am not crazy.
Wilson: You’re hallucination seems to disagree.
House: Get out.
Wilson: House, don’t do this to your self.
House ignored Wilson’s plea, leaving him no other choice but to go. House stayed sitting at his piano, wanting to play but did not have the energy или motivation to even try.
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</I>Cuddy sat in her living room at home, and smiled as Rachel smiled at her. Then her thoughts ran to House, thinking about her feelings about him which they both had recently acted upon.</I>
Cuddy:Hey, baby girl.
Cuddy picked up Rachel and began to tear up.
Cuddy:I’ve really messed up this time, and I don’t know what to do.
Rachel gurgled, and clapped her hands together, her innocence and playfulness that should make Cuddy smile and forget her problems just reminded her of what she was losing.
Cuddy: Mommy is going to fix it. Yes she will.
Cuddy put Rachel back in her carrier, and picked up the phone.
Cuddy: Mom. I need Ты to look after Rachel for a день или two. I’ve got a friend, a really close friend, who needs me.
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House was lying on his sofa, in the dimly lit room as the moonlight cascaded and flowed over his Пианино and floor. There was a gentle, soft knock at the door.
House: What are Ты doing here?
Cuddy: I just…I wanted to let Ты know that I will always be here for you. Not just as your boss.
Cuddy looked pensive, as House stayed standing there.
House: I’m kind of expecting an apology from you, for going behind my back.
Cuddy: You’re not going to get one.
House: It was un-ethical.
Cuddy: I don’t care.
A smirk appeared on House's face. Cuddy’s eyes lit up, before House let her inside. Closing the door quietly behind her.
Wilson: Do Ты need help packing?
House: For what?
Wilson: You’re supposed to be going to the psych ward tomorrow.
House: Oh that. Yeah, I’m not going.
Wilson: What?
Wilson shut the door behind him, as House sat back down at his piano.
House: I heard about your devious yet flawed, plan.
Wilson: This is the best thing for you.
House: I will not be forced to do something I don’t need to do, in order to make Ты feel less guilty in the future.
Wilson: House, you’re not making any sense—
House: I am not crazy.
Wilson: You’re hallucination seems to disagree.
House: Get out.
Wilson: House, don’t do this to your self.
House ignored Wilson’s plea, leaving him no other choice but to go. House stayed sitting at his piano, wanting to play but did not have the energy или motivation to even try.
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</I>Cuddy sat in her living room at home, and smiled as Rachel smiled at her. Then her thoughts ran to House, thinking about her feelings about him which they both had recently acted upon.</I>
Cuddy:Hey, baby girl.
Cuddy picked up Rachel and began to tear up.
Cuddy:I’ve really messed up this time, and I don’t know what to do.
Rachel gurgled, and clapped her hands together, her innocence and playfulness that should make Cuddy smile and forget her problems just reminded her of what she was losing.
Cuddy: Mommy is going to fix it. Yes she will.
Cuddy put Rachel back in her carrier, and picked up the phone.
Cuddy: Mom. I need Ты to look after Rachel for a день или two. I’ve got a friend, a really close friend, who needs me.
--
House was lying on his sofa, in the dimly lit room as the moonlight cascaded and flowed over his Пианино and floor. There was a gentle, soft knock at the door.
House: What are Ты doing here?
Cuddy: I just…I wanted to let Ты know that I will always be here for you. Not just as your boss.
Cuddy looked pensive, as House stayed standing there.
House: I’m kind of expecting an apology from you, for going behind my back.
Cuddy: You’re not going to get one.
House: It was un-ethical.
Cuddy: I don’t care.
A smirk appeared on House's face. Cuddy’s eyes lit up, before House let her inside. Closing the door quietly behind her.
When does Любовь become something we need, rather than something we want? Любовь was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Любовь is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Любовь is common currency when Ты are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older Ты get. Do we not care about the substance of what Любовь was and not what it has been made into today by commercialisation from American Фильмы and Телевидение commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Любовь for real, can we Комментарий and judge others who are in Love. Любовь means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Любовь is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Любовь is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.