"She still has a thing for chick lit," he sagte to himself as he traced a finger over her well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice. He then noticed she had a few surprising works in her literary library.
"Einstein's Dreams, Nine Stories, and The Complete Works of Kafka. This is surprising."
"What's so surprising? I read all kinds of things." Cuddy sagte as she walked back into the room.
House picked up a book and sat down on the sofa. Cuddy sat Weiter to him.
"I didn't know Du liked Rilke," House sagte as he opened to a Zufällig page.
Cuddy smiled at his intrigue. Cuddy pulled the book from him and opened to her Favorit passage.
"Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person, it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself,to become world, to become world in himself for the sake of another person," Cuddy sagte without once looking at the page itself. Her eyes remained on House.
"Subtle, Cuddy."
Cuddy laughed at him and closed the book.
"Why did Du really come over tonight?"
"I need a reason?" He sagte with that devilish gleam in his eye.
"If Du won't tell me then Du should go. I need to get some rest and..."
"I know Du saw me with her," He sagte faster than he meant to.
Cuddy held a hand to her head and leaned back into the couch cushions.
"She was what Du thought she was." He sagte looking at his shoes.
Cuddy stood up and went to sit in the armchair.
"You don't owe me an explanation. We're not together...I mean I was a little taken aback Von it but I'm fine."
House stood up with his cane and stood Von her front door.
"We both know what 'fine' really means."
Cuddy kept her gaze on the falling snow.
"You should go."
Without saying another word House opened the door and left. Cuddy suddenly felt very cold. She felt a hollow point in her heart. Suddenly, she heard the muffled cry of Rachel, and Cuddy ran to the nursery to comfort her baby.
Okay, this poem is basically in Cuddy's POV kind of to House. I wrote it to be kind of Cuddy's personal thing, but of course, it turned into Huddy. My first Artikel on this spot AND Huddy poem, so please tell me what Du think! It's short and might be a bit confusing at first, but here it goes;
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure Du know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could Liebe you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do Du expect?
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure Du know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could Liebe you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do Du expect?
