You breathe a slow steady breath through your nostrils, as the rabbi turns his head to Lucas, and asks the most explicable question.
"Lucas Douglas, do toi take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to l’amour her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as toi both shall live?"
He beams a bright, loving smile at you.
"I do."
toi lose your focus, falling into the apparent colour difference of his eyes from the mere bright stained glass of the church. And, they remind toi of why you're questioning this. There was nothing behind them. No fascination, curiousity, excitement, intelligence, ou fierce desire.
The rabbi gives a questioning glance at you, then continues.
"Lisa Cuddy, do toi take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to l’amour him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as toi both shall live?"
Your eyes dart from pew to pew, searching for him. Wilson sits there, focused and compelled. He gives toi a sorrowful smile, watching toi stare blankly at the empty l’espace beside him.
"Ms. Cuddy?"
The rabbi questions, slowly. Lucas gently rubs your bare arm, taking your assiduity from the empty seat.
"I...-"
People begin to scoot up in the pews, making squeaky sounds come from the hard wood. Shiny and mooth pieces of your hair sway down across your forehead, as toi bend your head for a moment toward the red carpet floor. Teeth begin to bite the inside of your dry mouth, when toi look back up.
"I can't...-"
His once gleaming smile, begins to turn into a desolate frown.
toi contine, shakily.
"I can't marry... you, Lucas."
The guests begin to turn their heads to one another, already gossiping; He gives a knowing look, and nods, clenching and unclenching his jaws back and forth.
"Here...."
toi say; handing him the bouquet of white calla lilies.
Everyone stares at you. Watching toi walk down the isle with no one on your arm, to the far right corner of the 4th row pew.
"Where is he?"
toi ask Wilson, lip syncing.
"Apartment."
He réponses you, barely audible to hear.
You're not exactly sane at the moment, you've come to realise. Speeding down a two lane road, isn't what toi call insane, but the reason why you're doing it might be. He was going to be there, he wasn't going out of town, ou leaving and never coming back. Yet, here toi were, driving moronically.
The chill of the wind sweeps under your forever long gown. Causing cold oie bumps to introduce themselves to the nervous oie bumps toi had already had. toi enter the hall outside the loft, the loft toi had intended on buying. One hard inhale of air and your knuckles met themselves with the hard white two double doors, knocking loudly.
Two minutes went by, and no answer ou grunt of any remoteable sort. So, like any other logical person, toi assume he's not home, ou just doesn't care enough to answer.
A click echoes.
And, he stares at you. A speculative spark in his eyes.
"I didn't get married to Lucas...."
toi let it slowly roll off the tip of your tongue.
His mouth opens slightly, yet no words even muttering out to the surface.
Your bottom lip instinctively pushes out, then draws back in, preparing for what to say.
"I'm in l’amour with you."
He gives a small, joyful smile. A smile that could speak louder and mean plus than any word toi could ever hear.
"You don't deserve to wear white."
He picks, teasingly.
Slowly and easily, he pulls the or long handle all the way back, expanding the door, and opening toi into his life.
"Lucas Douglas, do toi take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to l’amour her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as toi both shall live?"
He beams a bright, loving smile at you.
"I do."
toi lose your focus, falling into the apparent colour difference of his eyes from the mere bright stained glass of the church. And, they remind toi of why you're questioning this. There was nothing behind them. No fascination, curiousity, excitement, intelligence, ou fierce desire.
The rabbi gives a questioning glance at you, then continues.
"Lisa Cuddy, do toi take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to l’amour him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as toi both shall live?"
Your eyes dart from pew to pew, searching for him. Wilson sits there, focused and compelled. He gives toi a sorrowful smile, watching toi stare blankly at the empty l’espace beside him.
"Ms. Cuddy?"
The rabbi questions, slowly. Lucas gently rubs your bare arm, taking your assiduity from the empty seat.
"I...-"
People begin to scoot up in the pews, making squeaky sounds come from the hard wood. Shiny and mooth pieces of your hair sway down across your forehead, as toi bend your head for a moment toward the red carpet floor. Teeth begin to bite the inside of your dry mouth, when toi look back up.
"I can't...-"
His once gleaming smile, begins to turn into a desolate frown.
toi contine, shakily.
"I can't marry... you, Lucas."
The guests begin to turn their heads to one another, already gossiping; He gives a knowing look, and nods, clenching and unclenching his jaws back and forth.
"Here...."
toi say; handing him the bouquet of white calla lilies.
Everyone stares at you. Watching toi walk down the isle with no one on your arm, to the far right corner of the 4th row pew.
"Where is he?"
toi ask Wilson, lip syncing.
"Apartment."
He réponses you, barely audible to hear.
You're not exactly sane at the moment, you've come to realise. Speeding down a two lane road, isn't what toi call insane, but the reason why you're doing it might be. He was going to be there, he wasn't going out of town, ou leaving and never coming back. Yet, here toi were, driving moronically.
The chill of the wind sweeps under your forever long gown. Causing cold oie bumps to introduce themselves to the nervous oie bumps toi had already had. toi enter the hall outside the loft, the loft toi had intended on buying. One hard inhale of air and your knuckles met themselves with the hard white two double doors, knocking loudly.
Two minutes went by, and no answer ou grunt of any remoteable sort. So, like any other logical person, toi assume he's not home, ou just doesn't care enough to answer.
A click echoes.
And, he stares at you. A speculative spark in his eyes.
"I didn't get married to Lucas...."
toi let it slowly roll off the tip of your tongue.
His mouth opens slightly, yet no words even muttering out to the surface.
Your bottom lip instinctively pushes out, then draws back in, preparing for what to say.
"I'm in l’amour with you."
He gives a small, joyful smile. A smile that could speak louder and mean plus than any word toi could ever hear.
"You don't deserve to wear white."
He picks, teasingly.
Slowly and easily, he pulls the or long handle all the way back, expanding the door, and opening toi into his life.
I hope toi like it and I'd l’amour some commentaires and criticism.
Ruins
Once I was whole.
Then I bursted
painlessly
unconsciously
indifferently
but I did.
Now I stand in front
the ruins
of myself
and remain silent
in amazement.
A shadow on a wall
Without turning around
I know
it is you.
Why are toi here?
Did toi follow me?
Have toi come here
to examine
the fruit of your labour?
And then I realize
toi suffered
the same.
Both of us were not made
to win
in this game.
The shattered pieces
are not replaceable
not even
to be found.
So both of us
remain silent
and keep on
staring at the ground.
He held that for two whole seconds :P
I'll tell toi a little bit about myself first. No offense to hamerons, but i have always been a outright HUDDY fan.So I am obviously bouncing off the walls. When this seaseon starts, I feel like everyone has kind of abandoned House. I mean I get the whole pain in the a$$ thing but still. Wilson is the one that fixes everthing and for him to basically laugh at him when he apologizes is cruel. THe bright light at the end of the tunnel is Cuddy is going to do whatever it takes to make House happy above anyone else.
SO GO CUDDY!
SO GO CUDDY!
I couldn't sleep and I had a gush of inspiration hit me and so I decided to make a Huddy poem :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly amoureux her.
Aren't they amoureux at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to l’amour she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
amoureux from afar.
Tell me what toi think :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly amoureux her.
Aren't they amoureux at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to l’amour she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
amoureux from afar.
Tell me what toi think :)
