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
He looked...
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 مضمون on this spot AND Huddy poem, so please tell me what آپ 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 آپ 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 love 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 آپ 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 آپ 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 love 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 آپ expect?
