Sins
W
A push against his chest, utter shock on his friend’s face.
You’re a sinner. Disgusting sinner.
“I should-“
“You should-“
“Yeah..”
Wilson turns around pressing his palm on his forehead. But his legs wont move. He wants to turn around, but the sound of the balcony door tells him otherwise. He can see House lighting up a cigarette from the corner of his eye.
He wants to get rid of your taste.
Wilson walks out.
I wish you could hold me again right now.
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H
He pushes him away. He can’t let him get too close, or he will burn him too. He’s scared.
I push you away so you don’t get burned.
“You should-“
“I should-“
…
Cold air hits House’s face. It was hotter with Wilsons lips onto his, with his chest pressing up against his own. The cigarette in his hand lights up the tips of his fingers.
I have to forget how good you taste.
He can hear the door close.
I wish I could have you in my hands right now.
Time skip.
H
He never wrote when he was fine. He rarely was but…
Most of House’s songs are just what he would sing to himself when he was angry, guilty or miserable. Then someone would walk in, or hear him, notice the song and talk him into publishing it.
Never ever was it written down by him. Never, until now.
The guitar is aching his shoulders. House wishes he could say something. To the crowd, to his band, to Wilson.
Now I know that I can’t make you stay.
But where’s your heart?
But where’s your…
W
He knows it’s wrong, but oh how he desperately wants to pick up his phone and call House.
So, he does.
And I know there's nothing I can say
To change that part
To change that part
To change...
W
But there’s no reply.
So, he tries again.
And again.
And again.
Again.
Again.
So many bright lights, they cast a shadow, but can I speak?
Well, is it hard understanding, I'm incomplete?
H
He want’s him to be here. To hear the words he wrote, because he wouldn’t be able to say them. Probably not ever.
A life that's so demanding
I get so weak
A love that's so demanding
I can't speak
W
He goes on Instagram, dreadfully scrolling through reels to try and get his mind of things, when he sees a live stream.
CALIFORNIA- CONCERT NEW SONG DROP!!!
I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
H
I need you here. I won’t be okay if you’re not. I’m not okay.
Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home
W
And he sees him again. Him holding that guitar looking so…
Can you see my eyes are shining bright?
'Cause I'm out here on the other side
Of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak
Is it hard understanding, I'm incomplete?
H
He is in pain. Both physically and mentally. But hey, when things go bad, he always has ashes to go to. Ashes from what’s left of what he ruined. Of what he burned down.
Stacey I need you again.
A love that's so demanding
I get weak
W
And House was the only ‘place’ Wilson truly did feel at home. Specifically when their tongues were tangled within each other’s mouths.
I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home
H
So what? He pushed away the one other person he let himself get close too? Big deal, he always had a safety net. He always got what he wanted, or in this situation, needed.
These bright lights have always blinded me
These bright lights have always blinded me, I say
I see you lying next to me
With words I thought I'd never speak
Awake and unafraid, asleep or dead
W
God if you can hear me, please, please forgive me for the thoughts I’m about to have, for the actions I want to do, and for what I will do.
I am not afraid to walk this world alone (or dead)
Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home (or dead)
H
He just needs a distraction. A distraction from what he truly wants.
God please don’t punish Gregory House for what… Who he is going to use.