hola Huddies!! Well I was really bored and I said, why not write another chap of the amazing fic I’m writing?( lol it’s not even amazing) So here it is. Rate, review and ENJOY!!!
The place was beautiful. There was a small lake where the sun reflected, giving the place a magical lighting. Cuddy gasped as she entered the enormous place. Then she turned to see House.
“Where-why-when-?” Cuddy tried to formulate a logical pregunta but her amusement didn’t allow her.
“I’m glad tu liked it. Now, see that cabina over there?” House pointed to a wooden built up cabina across the lake. Cuddy nodded.
“We need to get there.”
“House there’s no way tu are going to walk all the way there.”
“Cuddles I have it all planned. Now don’t move.” And he disappeared. Cuddy moved a little towards the water. It was clearer than any lake near the zone.
She played with the water for some minutos and House came back. He was dragging a rotten-wood boat.
Cuddy stood up.
“No way are we using this. We’re gonna drown.”
“It’s safe, trust me.” He dicho putting the barco on the water.
“Trusting tu would be like trusting a murderer.”Cuddy dicho getting away from House.
“Ok then, have any other idea of how to cruzar, cruz the lake. Remember walking isn’t an option. Cripple here!” Cuddy gave up and went to House’s side. House helped her get on the little barco and then he entered. They were knee to knee. Even though they were close they liked it and the breezy summer evening was perfect. The barco stumbled in the water as they made their way to the other side.
This time Cuddy went off first and helped House get off. They walked towards the cabina and once there House opened the door. In the outside the cabina was moldy but on the inside it was beautiful. There were comfy couches and a fuego place. House turned the switch on and the cabina lit. It was beautiful.
“Why did tu bring me here House?” Cuddy dicho entering.
“Follow me madam” House faked a French accent and limped inside the cabin. Cuddy followed.
The place was beautiful. There was a small lake where the sun reflected, giving the place a magical lighting. Cuddy gasped as she entered the enormous place. Then she turned to see House.
“Where-why-when-?” Cuddy tried to formulate a logical pregunta but her amusement didn’t allow her.
“I’m glad tu liked it. Now, see that cabina over there?” House pointed to a wooden built up cabina across the lake. Cuddy nodded.
“We need to get there.”
“House there’s no way tu are going to walk all the way there.”
“Cuddles I have it all planned. Now don’t move.” And he disappeared. Cuddy moved a little towards the water. It was clearer than any lake near the zone.
She played with the water for some minutos and House came back. He was dragging a rotten-wood boat.
Cuddy stood up.
“No way are we using this. We’re gonna drown.”
“It’s safe, trust me.” He dicho putting the barco on the water.
“Trusting tu would be like trusting a murderer.”Cuddy dicho getting away from House.
“Ok then, have any other idea of how to cruzar, cruz the lake. Remember walking isn’t an option. Cripple here!” Cuddy gave up and went to House’s side. House helped her get on the little barco and then he entered. They were knee to knee. Even though they were close they liked it and the breezy summer evening was perfect. The barco stumbled in the water as they made their way to the other side.
This time Cuddy went off first and helped House get off. They walked towards the cabina and once there House opened the door. In the outside the cabina was moldy but on the inside it was beautiful. There were comfy couches and a fuego place. House turned the switch on and the cabina lit. It was beautiful.
“Why did tu bring me here House?” Cuddy dicho entering.
“Follow me madam” House faked a French accent and limped inside the cabin. Cuddy followed.
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 tu are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older tu 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 cine and televisión commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience amor for real, can we comentario 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.