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~Evie~
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She usually came to the roof of the hospital to think. It was a place where she could get away from it all and just enjoy the peace.
But today the usual silence was broken by the harsh sounds of her stifled sobbing. She leant against the roof edge and looked across the grounds as the tears poured down her face.
It was safe to cry up here, she thought. Where no one could see or hear her as she let out her anguish to the heavens.
The wind whipped at her, sending her hair flying around her face, but she didn’t care. She didn’t even feel the cold. She just wanted to stand and stare, wondering about could’ve been.
She stayed out later than usual today, the sun long set, the sky sprinkled with stars that reflected off the tears on her face. Yet, she still didn’t move. It was comforting standing here. It gave her a sense of solitude that she suddenly craved.
She almost laughed bitterly at the irony that she wanted to be alone now even though she had spent most of the past few months trying to fill the gaping chasm in her heart that ached for someone to love. Someone she could call her own. A little someone she could care for.
After a while her legs, tired from standing still for so long, weakened, and she felt herself sliding down to the floor and sitting with her back against the wall. She didn’t care that her skirt was probably ruined. In fact, she didn’t care about anything much. She felt disconnected from the world up here and for now that was how she wanted it to be.
She lost track of time as she sat that, staring listlessly at the stars dotted across the inky blue sky. Maybe she was destined to be alone.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of the door that led to the roof opening, but she didn’t turn around. She kept her head turned upwards, her chin resting on her knees that she had drawn up to herself.
She heard the familiar sound of his walk and tensed, waiting for his harsh or crude words about her being out here. They never came. She heard him sigh as he lowered himself painfully slowly next to her, stretching out his legs, placing his cane next to him.
She felt the warmth from the closeness of his body and yet she still didn’t look at him. The silence spiralled upwards like a gentle plume of smoke, neither one of them breaking through it.
But she knew he was waiting for her to talk.
“It didn’t take,” Her voice cut across the stillness sharply, and the reality hit her even harder than she could imagine as she said it out loud. “The in-vitro.”
“I know.” he said simply.
Two words. Just those two words was all it took for her to start crying anew, her tears following a well-worn path down her cheeks. She tore her eyes from the sky and looked at him. He was watching her.
“Cuddy…” he said gently, drawing her to him. She leant her head on his shoulder and cried as his arm encircled her waist, warming her skin.
“We’ll try again,” he started but he was cut off by her almost hysterical sob.
“How many times, House? How many times am I supposed to go through this? Every time I hope and I pray and what do I get?” she tore her face from her shoulder and tried to put some distance between them.
He pulled her back to him and held her face, one hand gently placed on each smooth cheek. His fingers softly brushed away the tears leaking from her eyes. He made sure that she was looking into his eyes before he spoke. “You’re strong Cuddy. We’ll try again. It’ll work.”
Cuddy looked into his eyes, wanting and willing herself to believe him. She felt herself nodding as she saw the unguarded compassion in the depths of the never-ending blue of his eyes.
He nodded, satisfied and she let her head sink down onto his shoulder again, his very presence calming her. Neither of them said a word, even when his hand silently entwined in hers and he squeezed it lightly.
Maybe she didn’t have to stay alone.
Hope you like it!
~Evie~
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She usually came to the roof of the hospital to think. It was a place where she could get away from it all and just enjoy the peace.
But today the usual silence was broken by the harsh sounds of her stifled sobbing. She leant against the roof edge and looked across the grounds as the tears poured down her face.
It was safe to cry up here, she thought. Where no one could see or hear her as she let out her anguish to the heavens.
The wind whipped at her, sending her hair flying around her face, but she didn’t care. She didn’t even feel the cold. She just wanted to stand and stare, wondering about could’ve been.
She stayed out later than usual today, the sun long set, the sky sprinkled with stars that reflected off the tears on her face. Yet, she still didn’t move. It was comforting standing here. It gave her a sense of solitude that she suddenly craved.
She almost laughed bitterly at the irony that she wanted to be alone now even though she had spent most of the past few months trying to fill the gaping chasm in her heart that ached for someone to love. Someone she could call her own. A little someone she could care for.
After a while her legs, tired from standing still for so long, weakened, and she felt herself sliding down to the floor and sitting with her back against the wall. She didn’t care that her skirt was probably ruined. In fact, she didn’t care about anything much. She felt disconnected from the world up here and for now that was how she wanted it to be.
She lost track of time as she sat that, staring listlessly at the stars dotted across the inky blue sky. Maybe she was destined to be alone.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of the door that led to the roof opening, but she didn’t turn around. She kept her head turned upwards, her chin resting on her knees that she had drawn up to herself.
She heard the familiar sound of his walk and tensed, waiting for his harsh or crude words about her being out here. They never came. She heard him sigh as he lowered himself painfully slowly next to her, stretching out his legs, placing his cane next to him.
She felt the warmth from the closeness of his body and yet she still didn’t look at him. The silence spiralled upwards like a gentle plume of smoke, neither one of them breaking through it.
But she knew he was waiting for her to talk.
“It didn’t take,” Her voice cut across the stillness sharply, and the reality hit her even harder than she could imagine as she said it out loud. “The in-vitro.”
“I know.” he said simply.
Two words. Just those two words was all it took for her to start crying anew, her tears following a well-worn path down her cheeks. She tore her eyes from the sky and looked at him. He was watching her.
“Cuddy…” he said gently, drawing her to him. She leant her head on his shoulder and cried as his arm encircled her waist, warming her skin.
“We’ll try again,” he started but he was cut off by her almost hysterical sob.
“How many times, House? How many times am I supposed to go through this? Every time I hope and I pray and what do I get?” she tore her face from her shoulder and tried to put some distance between them.
He pulled her back to him and held her face, one hand gently placed on each smooth cheek. His fingers softly brushed away the tears leaking from her eyes. He made sure that she was looking into his eyes before he spoke. “You’re strong Cuddy. We’ll try again. It’ll work.”
Cuddy looked into his eyes, wanting and willing herself to believe him. She felt herself nodding as she saw the unguarded compassion in the depths of the never-ending blue of his eyes.
He nodded, satisfied and she let her head sink down onto his shoulder again, his very presence calming her. Neither of them said a word, even when his hand silently entwined in hers and he squeezed it lightly.
Maybe she didn’t have to stay alone.