Nothing Ever Changes
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deantestineswritingTitle: Nothing ever Changes || Ao3
Fandom: House M.D.
Rating: PG-13
Ship: None!
Warnings: Alcohol Abuse
Word Count: 365
Whats in here?: House's bisexual experience with loneliness.
Summary: House kicks off the new year!
The clock says something that blurs similarly to 11:50 in Houses newly blind eyes. Blinking them back to their factory settings he can tell his first guess was right as he looks out the window blessed with the sight of beautiful fireworks that he cant get close to. That he won't get close to.
He looks down at his drink.
He looks at the room around him. The television was turned onto what could possibly be a broadcast of some sort, though he wouldnt put it past himself to be seeing things in TV static. Theres an empty bottle and one half-empty bottle. Half-full. Maybe about a quarter full, but it's hard to figure out if it were an initial misunderstanding or a memory gap causing it to empty further. Theres a clock sitting on his table, next to the bottles. Somehow theres three of them now.
He downs the rest of his drink and sets his glass down on the table.
11:55.
He grabs his cane and struggles over to the window, breaking his earlier promise not to come close. Though he never really promised anything. Just lied They're pretty. Reds and greens, a little yellow. Pink. Stars and hearts and years and dates, all exploded into the stars.
Back in his chair, he wonders exactly when he came back over to it. Its a comfortable chair. It's almost difficult to imagine somebody sad sitting in this chair, he thinks. Anyone who happened to feel alone might have less high quality, comfortable chairs.
11:59.
He stares at the clock waiting for it to tick-tick-tick to midnight. A few seconds that feels exactly like that a few seconds. But empty ones.
12:00.
He picks his drink up and takes it down his throat, throwing a pill into the mix for fun-factor.
It's a little hard for him to think, his thoughts almost as slurred as the words from his mouth that he somehow manages to startle himself with.
"Hap.." He takes a shaky and embarrassing breath. Or it would be if there were anyone around. "Happy new year."
He falls asleep, alone again deep into the next day. Nothing ever changes.
Fandom: House M.D.
Rating: PG-13
Ship: None!
Warnings: Alcohol Abuse
Word Count: 365
Whats in here?: House's bisexual experience with loneliness.
Summary: House kicks off the new year!
The clock says something that blurs similarly to 11:50 in Houses newly blind eyes. Blinking them back to their factory settings he can tell his first guess was right as he looks out the window blessed with the sight of beautiful fireworks that he cant get close to. That he won't get close to.
He looks down at his drink.
He looks at the room around him. The television was turned onto what could possibly be a broadcast of some sort, though he wouldnt put it past himself to be seeing things in TV static. Theres an empty bottle and one half-empty bottle. Half-full. Maybe about a quarter full, but it's hard to figure out if it were an initial misunderstanding or a memory gap causing it to empty further. Theres a clock sitting on his table, next to the bottles. Somehow theres three of them now.
He downs the rest of his drink and sets his glass down on the table.
11:55.
He grabs his cane and struggles over to the window, breaking his earlier promise not to come close. Though he never really promised anything. Just lied They're pretty. Reds and greens, a little yellow. Pink. Stars and hearts and years and dates, all exploded into the stars.
Back in his chair, he wonders exactly when he came back over to it. Its a comfortable chair. It's almost difficult to imagine somebody sad sitting in this chair, he thinks. Anyone who happened to feel alone might have less high quality, comfortable chairs.
11:59.
He stares at the clock waiting for it to tick-tick-tick to midnight. A few seconds that feels exactly like that a few seconds. But empty ones.
12:00.
He picks his drink up and takes it down his throat, throwing a pill into the mix for fun-factor.
It's a little hard for him to think, his thoughts almost as slurred as the words from his mouth that he somehow manages to startle himself with.
"Hap.." He takes a shaky and embarrassing breath. Or it would be if there were anyone around. "Happy new year."
He falls asleep, alone again deep into the next day. Nothing ever changes.
