Fic - Tomorrow
Jul. 17th, 2011 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
menolly_auTitle: Tomorrow
Words: 200
Rating : G
Spoilers : For 7.23 - Moving On
Characters : House, Wilson
Warnings : None
Summary : Two linked drabbles for the camp sick!Wilson drabble challenge dealing with the aftermath of Moving On. Using Prompt 5 - roar
A/N - After![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flywoman mentioned she thought it would be interesting to write in future tense I thought I'd have a go, not sure if I got it right though...
You'll go into the hospital tomorrow, with a bright blue cast on your wrist. People will make a fuss of you, tell you how sorry they are, what a bastard he is, how you are better off without him in your life. You'll smile politely, nod and thank them for their concern. You'll go to your office, sit down at the desk and start doing paperwork. You'll know he won't be coming through that door, interrupting you. You'll tell yourself that it's a clean break. You'll know you're lying to yourself.
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You'll go down to the beach tomorrow. You'll watch the waves, and you'll listen to their roar. You won't think about what happened, how you hurt him. You won't think about leaving him behind. You won't think about what he's doing now, won't imagine him sitting at his desk, writing with that left handed scrawl, you won't think about how he will look. You won't think about what you've left behind, what you've lost. You'll tell yourself you don't care. But you'll know you do.
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Words: 200
Rating : G
Spoilers : For 7.23 - Moving On
Characters : House, Wilson
Warnings : None
Summary : Two linked drabbles for the camp sick!Wilson drabble challenge dealing with the aftermath of Moving On. Using Prompt 5 - roar
A/N - After
flywoman mentioned she thought it would be interesting to write in future tense I thought I'd have a go, not sure if I got it right though...You'll go into the hospital tomorrow, with a bright blue cast on your wrist. People will make a fuss of you, tell you how sorry they are, what a bastard he is, how you are better off without him in your life. You'll smile politely, nod and thank them for their concern. You'll go to your office, sit down at the desk and start doing paperwork. You'll know he won't be coming through that door, interrupting you. You'll tell yourself that it's a clean break. You'll know you're lying to yourself.
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You'll go down to the beach tomorrow. You'll watch the waves, and you'll listen to their roar. You won't think about what happened, how you hurt him. You won't think about leaving him behind. You won't think about what he's doing now, won't imagine him sitting at his desk, writing with that left handed scrawl, you won't think about how he will look. You won't think about what you've left behind, what you've lost. You'll tell yourself you don't care. But you'll know you do.
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