Cuddy: Well, I enjoyed it.
House: I know.
(Cuddy got up and pressed the emergency button numerous times to start it up, but nothing happened.)
Cuddy: Great, I guess were stuck here.
--
It was now almost 2 am. They were both still slumped on the floor.
Cuddy: Why did آپ come to my house?
House: Why is it important?
Cuddy: It’s important to me.
(House looked at her before rubbing his leg)
House: I don’t know.
(Cuddy crossed her arms, and sighed.)
Cuddy: I want this to work. I want us to work.
House: What makes آپ think I want this?
Cuddy: House, I knew what آپ were like before the leg, before آپ were an addict. What makes آپ think I believe that who آپ are now, is what آپ were back then?
House: I am—
Cuddy: Not.
(House looked up at her, unable to hide his vulnerability.)
Cuddy: Look at me now, and tell me آپ don’t want something more, something bigger than what آپ already have.
(House went silent, which only annoyed Cuddy even more.)
(Cuddy stood up, and tried the button again. Letting out her frustration on it, before sitting down again اگلے to House.)
House: I’m sorry.
Cuddy: I don’t care anymore.
(Cuddy held her head in her hands.)
(House observed her, before popping 2 Vicodin.)
House: Come here.
(House gestured for her to lean on him, and she did. House put his arm around her.)
--
To be continued
House: I know.
(Cuddy got up and pressed the emergency button numerous times to start it up, but nothing happened.)
Cuddy: Great, I guess were stuck here.
--
It was now almost 2 am. They were both still slumped on the floor.
Cuddy: Why did آپ come to my house?
House: Why is it important?
Cuddy: It’s important to me.
(House looked at her before rubbing his leg)
House: I don’t know.
(Cuddy crossed her arms, and sighed.)
Cuddy: I want this to work. I want us to work.
House: What makes آپ think I want this?
Cuddy: House, I knew what آپ were like before the leg, before آپ were an addict. What makes آپ think I believe that who آپ are now, is what آپ were back then?
House: I am—
Cuddy: Not.
(House looked up at her, unable to hide his vulnerability.)
Cuddy: Look at me now, and tell me آپ don’t want something more, something bigger than what آپ already have.
(House went silent, which only annoyed Cuddy even more.)
(Cuddy stood up, and tried the button again. Letting out her frustration on it, before sitting down again اگلے to House.)
House: I’m sorry.
Cuddy: I don’t care anymore.
(Cuddy held her head in her hands.)
(House observed her, before popping 2 Vicodin.)
House: Come here.
(House gestured for her to lean on him, and she did. House put his arm around her.)
--
To be continued
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when آپ are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older آپ get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today سے طرف کی commercialisation from American فلمیں and ویژن ٹیلی commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we تبصرہ and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love 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.