I can't stop thinking about it. Can't stop questioning how it was all a victim of my imagination. Everything was so real. She was so real.
The smell of her skin, the taste of her lips, her gasps. The need we both had, to feel what it was like to be so completely absorbed in each other. The pleasure I found with her made me forget the world around me, even if just temporarily.
I needed her in every context of the word. She helped me. I needed her and she helped me. She was with me all night and never once regretted her decision to be there. How? How could it not be real? Tell me how the look in her eyes as she watched me go through what I did, was not real. She was there! she held my hand, let me know it was okay to onyesha the pain I was in. She saved me! I was gonna screw it all up and she got to me just in time, and saved me.
We..we were together for an saa and a half. Her skin, her hands everywhere. Gripping on to me. Her breath and whispers in my ear, on my face. We needed each other. Gave in to what we needed. But, it wasn't real. My mind had viciously played tricks on me, and gave me everything I wanted. Made me what I wanted to be to derserve her. Everybody lies. Even to themselves.

The woman sat there as House answered her question. He was finally able to share with her the burden of his thoughts. He was making progress. Now she just had to make him understand things will get better. He will get better. That was enough for today.