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There was a clock on the wall to remind him that time mattered more when she was gone.
It seemed to, anyways.
Now everything was different. Now everything could be split into two categories: before and after. Now there was only the time that ran between when Amber was alive, and every stupid second that winked on despite her death.
It’d been 120 days, 4 hours, and 7 minutes since they last went to the movies.
It’d been 112 days, 10 hours, and 43 minutes since they last ate dinner.
It’d been 111 days, 2 hours, and 3 minutes since they last made love.
It’d been 110 days, 13 hours, and 30 minutes since they last kissed.
It’d been 110 days, 13 hours, and 33 minutes since he told her, “I love you.”
It’d been 110 days, 13 hours, 34 minutes, and 4 seconds since she died.
It’d been 24 minutes since Wilson decided to hate House.
It'd been 2 minutes since he decided to do something about it.
He didn’t look at the clock as he got up and made his way to House’s office.
It seemed to, anyways.
Now everything was different. Now everything could be split into two categories: before and after. Now there was only the time that ran between when Amber was alive, and every stupid second that winked on despite her death.
It’d been 120 days, 4 hours, and 7 minutes since they last went to the movies.
It’d been 112 days, 10 hours, and 43 minutes since they last ate dinner.
It’d been 111 days, 2 hours, and 3 minutes since they last made love.
It’d been 110 days, 13 hours, and 30 minutes since they last kissed.
It’d been 110 days, 13 hours, and 33 minutes since he told her, “I love you.”
It’d been 110 days, 13 hours, 34 minutes, and 4 seconds since she died.
It’d been 24 minutes since Wilson decided to hate House.
It'd been 2 minutes since he decided to do something about it.
He didn’t look at the clock as he got up and made his way to House’s office.
