One night. One note. One gun. One shot. One death. A thousand feelings.
The decision hadn’t been so easy. After all she had so many responsibilities, but those responsibilities will do better without her.
She look out of the window, the night was quiet. No light was alive that night, one was about to die. She stepped away from the window and continued writing
“Please take care of Rachel, is the only thing that matters to me now. The hospital can be on hands of anyone, I don’t care anymore. Goodbye life, you didn’t treat me well so I must leave.”
She signed the letter, fold it and put it seguinte to her nightstand. She took the gun that was above it and directed it to her left temple. She sighed, her hand shaking. Tears began to fall late, she had already pulled the trigger.
A carpet stained with blood, a dead body with a gun at hand. The reasons why this happened were about to knock in her door.
“Open up.” Violent knocking. “Hey, I know you’re upset but I want to talk to you.”
Nobody answered, he left not knowing nobody will respond ever.
To be continued.
The decision hadn’t been so easy. After all she had so many responsibilities, but those responsibilities will do better without her.
She look out of the window, the night was quiet. No light was alive that night, one was about to die. She stepped away from the window and continued writing
“Please take care of Rachel, is the only thing that matters to me now. The hospital can be on hands of anyone, I don’t care anymore. Goodbye life, you didn’t treat me well so I must leave.”
She signed the letter, fold it and put it seguinte to her nightstand. She took the gun that was above it and directed it to her left temple. She sighed, her hand shaking. Tears began to fall late, she had already pulled the trigger.
A carpet stained with blood, a dead body with a gun at hand. The reasons why this happened were about to knock in her door.
“Open up.” Violent knocking. “Hey, I know you’re upset but I want to talk to you.”
Nobody answered, he left not knowing nobody will respond ever.
To be continued.
This is my Huddy poem...I dont really like my last stanza... :) but oh well...if you are true huddy fans, you'll understand what im talking about...
HUDDY POEM
Blue on blue,
Sea on sky.
They're not together,
I wonder why.
Short on tall,
Opposites attract.
They amor each other,
And that is fact.
Both so arrogant,
Yet, both so cute.
No wonder their relationship,
Is hard to fluke.
Gregory House,
and Lisa Cuddy.
So perfect together,
They make Huddy...
pretty gay... :P
HUDDY POEM
Blue on blue,
Sea on sky.
They're not together,
I wonder why.
Short on tall,
Opposites attract.
They amor each other,
And that is fact.
Both so arrogant,
Yet, both so cute.
No wonder their relationship,
Is hard to fluke.
Gregory House,
and Lisa Cuddy.
So perfect together,
They make Huddy...
pretty gay... :P
How Cuddy has changed
When does amor become something we need, rather than something we want? amor was seen as something special a long time ago. Now amor is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. amor is common currency when you are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older you get. Do we not care about the substance of what amor was and not what it has been made into today por commercialisation from American filmes and televisão commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience amor for real, can we comment and judge others who are in Love. amor means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of amor is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? amor is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.
