You breathe a slow steady breath through your nostrils, as the rabbi turns his head to Lucas, and asks the most explicable question.
"Lucas Douglas, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to pag-ibig her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"
He beams a bright, loving smile at you.
"I do."
You lose your focus, falling into the apparent colour difference of his eyes from the mere bright stained glass of the church. And, they remind you of why you're questioning this. There was nothing behind them. No fascination, curiousity, excitement, intelligence, or fierce desire.
The rabbi gives a questioning glance at you, then continues.
"Lisa Cuddy, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to pag-ibig him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"
Your eyes dart from pew to pew, searching for him. Wilson sits there, focused and compelled. He gives you a sorrowful smile, watching you stare blankly at the empty puwang beside him.
"Ms. Cuddy?"
The rabbi questions, slowly. Lucas gently rubs your bare arm, taking your assiduity from the empty seat.
"I...-"
People begin to scoot up in the pews, making squeaky sounds come from the hard wood. Shiny and mooth pieces of your hair sway down across your forehead, as you bend your head for a moment toward the red carpet floor. Teeth begin to bite the inside of your dry mouth, when you look back up.
"I can't...-"
His once gleaming smile, begins to turn into a desolate frown.
You contine, shakily.
"I can't marry... you, Lucas."
The guests begin to turn their heads to one another, already gossiping; He gives a knowing look, and nods, clenching and unclenching his jaws back and forth.
"Here...."
You say; handing him the bouquet of white calla lilies.
Everyone stares at you. Watching you walk down the isle with no one on your arm, to the far right corner of the 4th row pew.
"Where is he?"
You ask Wilson, lip syncing.
"Apartment."
He sagot you, barely audible to hear.
You're not exactly sane at the moment, you've come to realise. Speeding down a two lane road, isn't what you call insane, but the reason why you're doing it might be. He was going to be there, he wasn't going out of town, or leaving and never coming back. Yet, here you were, driving moronically.
The chill of the wind sweeps under your forever long gown. Causing cold gansa bumps to introduce themselves to the nervous gansa bumps you had already had. You enter the hall outside the loft, the loft you had intended on buying. One hard inhale of air and your knuckles met themselves with the hard white two double doors, knocking loudly.
Two minutos went by, and no answer or grunt of any remoteable sort. So, like any other logical person, you assume he's not home, or just doesn't care enough to answer.
A click echoes.
And, he stares at you. A speculative spark in his eyes.
"I didn't get married to Lucas...."
You let it slowly roll off the tip of your tongue.
His mouth opens slightly, yet no words even muttering out to the surface.
Your bottom lip instinctively pushes out, then draws back in, preparing for what to say.
"I'm in pag-ibig with you."
He gives a small, joyful smile. A smile that could speak louder and mean madami than any word you could ever hear.
"You don't deserve to wear white."
He picks, teasingly.
Slowly and easily, he pulls the ginto long handle all the way back, expanding the door, and opening you into his life.
"Lucas Douglas, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to pag-ibig her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"
He beams a bright, loving smile at you.
"I do."
You lose your focus, falling into the apparent colour difference of his eyes from the mere bright stained glass of the church. And, they remind you of why you're questioning this. There was nothing behind them. No fascination, curiousity, excitement, intelligence, or fierce desire.
The rabbi gives a questioning glance at you, then continues.
"Lisa Cuddy, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to pag-ibig him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"
Your eyes dart from pew to pew, searching for him. Wilson sits there, focused and compelled. He gives you a sorrowful smile, watching you stare blankly at the empty puwang beside him.
"Ms. Cuddy?"
The rabbi questions, slowly. Lucas gently rubs your bare arm, taking your assiduity from the empty seat.
"I...-"
People begin to scoot up in the pews, making squeaky sounds come from the hard wood. Shiny and mooth pieces of your hair sway down across your forehead, as you bend your head for a moment toward the red carpet floor. Teeth begin to bite the inside of your dry mouth, when you look back up.
"I can't...-"
His once gleaming smile, begins to turn into a desolate frown.
You contine, shakily.
"I can't marry... you, Lucas."
The guests begin to turn their heads to one another, already gossiping; He gives a knowing look, and nods, clenching and unclenching his jaws back and forth.
"Here...."
You say; handing him the bouquet of white calla lilies.
Everyone stares at you. Watching you walk down the isle with no one on your arm, to the far right corner of the 4th row pew.
"Where is he?"
You ask Wilson, lip syncing.
"Apartment."
He sagot you, barely audible to hear.
You're not exactly sane at the moment, you've come to realise. Speeding down a two lane road, isn't what you call insane, but the reason why you're doing it might be. He was going to be there, he wasn't going out of town, or leaving and never coming back. Yet, here you were, driving moronically.
The chill of the wind sweeps under your forever long gown. Causing cold gansa bumps to introduce themselves to the nervous gansa bumps you had already had. You enter the hall outside the loft, the loft you had intended on buying. One hard inhale of air and your knuckles met themselves with the hard white two double doors, knocking loudly.
Two minutos went by, and no answer or grunt of any remoteable sort. So, like any other logical person, you assume he's not home, or just doesn't care enough to answer.
A click echoes.
And, he stares at you. A speculative spark in his eyes.
"I didn't get married to Lucas...."
You let it slowly roll off the tip of your tongue.
His mouth opens slightly, yet no words even muttering out to the surface.
Your bottom lip instinctively pushes out, then draws back in, preparing for what to say.
"I'm in pag-ibig with you."
He gives a small, joyful smile. A smile that could speak louder and mean madami than any word you could ever hear.
"You don't deserve to wear white."
He picks, teasingly.
Slowly and easily, he pulls the ginto long handle all the way back, expanding the door, and opening you into his life.
So I estola this game from the "House M.D." tagahanga page because it is a lot of fun and I thought all the Huddiers might enjoy playing :) It's also a fun game to pass the time between now and Jan 11th (sooo long!)
So the game goes like this: A player will make a hunch about the susunod person (has to do with huddy of course). The player who sagot will either say true (they agree with the statement) or false (they disagree with the statement). then they will make a hunch about the susunod person and so on. You use TPBM (the person below me) _____.
For example:
User123: The perso below me hates Huddy
HuddyJoy0524: False!!! I pag-ibig Huddy!
TPBM thinks the Huddy scene with Rachel in season 5 was adorable
Etc, etc.
I'll start:
TPBM's paborito Huddy scene is the halik in "Joy."
So the game goes like this: A player will make a hunch about the susunod person (has to do with huddy of course). The player who sagot will either say true (they agree with the statement) or false (they disagree with the statement). then they will make a hunch about the susunod person and so on. You use TPBM (the person below me) _____.
For example:
User123: The perso below me hates Huddy
HuddyJoy0524: False!!! I pag-ibig Huddy!
TPBM thinks the Huddy scene with Rachel in season 5 was adorable
Etc, etc.
I'll start:
TPBM's paborito Huddy scene is the halik in "Joy."
Hiiyaa :D
i just wanted to say I pag-ibig EPISODE 7
1. i pag-ibig it that house is really triyng hard to change for cuddy
2. OMG THE DANCE WAS SO SWEEETT XDD
3. i pag-ibig the tenstion, confution and all the long and amazing lookes they stare at each otherr!
4. haha i like lucas, he adds even madami tention and he is CLEARLY not gonna take house's place..
5. house is gonna be jelous... this is gonna be so cool XD
think about it, HUDDY IS GOING SOMEWEHRE, we can all see something is gonna happen between them, but until then we can enjoy their flirtations, tention, SATRES, and mocking XD
and think about cuddy for a sec, she has been waiting a long time for house, and she has been making alot of efforts too! now it house's time to fight even madami for her attention:)
i just wanted to say I pag-ibig EPISODE 7
1. i pag-ibig it that house is really triyng hard to change for cuddy
2. OMG THE DANCE WAS SO SWEEETT XDD
3. i pag-ibig the tenstion, confution and all the long and amazing lookes they stare at each otherr!
4. haha i like lucas, he adds even madami tention and he is CLEARLY not gonna take house's place..
5. house is gonna be jelous... this is gonna be so cool XD
think about it, HUDDY IS GOING SOMEWEHRE, we can all see something is gonna happen between them, but until then we can enjoy their flirtations, tention, SATRES, and mocking XD
and think about cuddy for a sec, she has been waiting a long time for house, and she has been making alot of efforts too! now it house's time to fight even madami for her attention:)