House sat in the darkness of his bedroom thinking over the turn of events that had recently occurred within his life. Cameron had left. Cuddy was with Lucas. He didn't know how to feel anymore. After all the positive strides he had made he still was no closer to having a different life. As he pondered his situation he looked around his bedroom and took in the pictures of Wilson and Amber gleefully smiling. He enjoyed being roommates with his best bud, but he knew it was time to go home...no matter how nervous he was about falling back in to his old patterns.
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"You're sure wewe want to songesha back?" Wilson asked as he handed House a plate of pancakes. House nodded in response.
"What does Nolan think?"
"He thinks that if I feel ready then I am ready." House alisema as he drizzled syrup on his pancakes.
"Well, I hate to say it but it won't be the same without wewe here."
"Oh, Jim don't make this harder than it has to be." House alisema in a mockingly dramatic manner. Wilson smirked.
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House played his kinanda for a few hours after moving back into his old place. He played mostly melancholy melodies as he thought over and over about losing Cuddy. He felt a twinge of guilt over Cameron's departure. He wondered how things would get worse. It was almost midnight when he decided that he needed to have dinner. He knew of an all night diner two blocks away and decided to drown his sorrows in some high fat food.
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"What are wewe havin' hon?" The gray-haired waitress asked him as she took out a pad.
"Ah, some macaroni and cheese, a burger, and a piece of apple pie for dessert." He alisema as he closed the menu.
"Anything to drink?"
"Coffee."
"Alright, I'll be back with your drink and meal in a moment." She alisema as she took his menu and crossed back to the kitchen. House's gaze wandered from one lonely bastard to another. One man looked like he hadn't been with a woman in years the way he fidgeted nervously everytime a young waitress passed by. There was a college kid sitting kwa the window kusoma The kengele Jar and sighing melodramatically, probably at how her life was one in the same. Suddenly, House's gaze turned to a new arrival. A woman came bustling through the doors carrying a computer bag on her shoulders. She looked like she was in her early forties. She had flowing black hair and piercing blue eyes. She was tall, very tall. Nice figure. He wondered how someone so pretty could be eating alone at this dive at midnight.
The woman crossed over to the meza, jedwali across from him and sat down. He couldn't help but notice her David Bowie tee-shirt. He never had been a big fan.
She dug into her bag and pulled out her computer. She then took out a notebook and began to look over a page. House wondered why she chose this place to do whatever the hell she does.
"Here wewe go, hon." The waitress said, breaking him from his reverie, as she handed him his plate.
"Thanks."
House started to eat but found himself still intriqued kwa the woman across the room. Inspecting her further, he saw a locket around her neck that seemed to be of sentimental value kwa the way she absentmindedly stroked it with one hand as she pressed her keyboard with the other. A redheaded waitress finally seemed to notice the new customer and walked over, successfully blocking his view of the woman.
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"You're sure wewe want to songesha back?" Wilson asked as he handed House a plate of pancakes. House nodded in response.
"What does Nolan think?"
"He thinks that if I feel ready then I am ready." House alisema as he drizzled syrup on his pancakes.
"Well, I hate to say it but it won't be the same without wewe here."
"Oh, Jim don't make this harder than it has to be." House alisema in a mockingly dramatic manner. Wilson smirked.
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House played his kinanda for a few hours after moving back into his old place. He played mostly melancholy melodies as he thought over and over about losing Cuddy. He felt a twinge of guilt over Cameron's departure. He wondered how things would get worse. It was almost midnight when he decided that he needed to have dinner. He knew of an all night diner two blocks away and decided to drown his sorrows in some high fat food.
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"What are wewe havin' hon?" The gray-haired waitress asked him as she took out a pad.
"Ah, some macaroni and cheese, a burger, and a piece of apple pie for dessert." He alisema as he closed the menu.
"Anything to drink?"
"Coffee."
"Alright, I'll be back with your drink and meal in a moment." She alisema as she took his menu and crossed back to the kitchen. House's gaze wandered from one lonely bastard to another. One man looked like he hadn't been with a woman in years the way he fidgeted nervously everytime a young waitress passed by. There was a college kid sitting kwa the window kusoma The kengele Jar and sighing melodramatically, probably at how her life was one in the same. Suddenly, House's gaze turned to a new arrival. A woman came bustling through the doors carrying a computer bag on her shoulders. She looked like she was in her early forties. She had flowing black hair and piercing blue eyes. She was tall, very tall. Nice figure. He wondered how someone so pretty could be eating alone at this dive at midnight.
The woman crossed over to the meza, jedwali across from him and sat down. He couldn't help but notice her David Bowie tee-shirt. He never had been a big fan.
She dug into her bag and pulled out her computer. She then took out a notebook and began to look over a page. House wondered why she chose this place to do whatever the hell she does.
"Here wewe go, hon." The waitress said, breaking him from his reverie, as she handed him his plate.
"Thanks."
House started to eat but found himself still intriqued kwa the woman across the room. Inspecting her further, he saw a locket around her neck that seemed to be of sentimental value kwa the way she absentmindedly stroked it with one hand as she pressed her keyboard with the other. A redheaded waitress finally seemed to notice the new customer and walked over, successfully blocking his view of the woman.
