Wilson was known for his knack of .. falling in love too quickly, per se. And after the excruciatingly slow death of his girlfriend, Amber, he realized he had to begin to take things into his own hands.

He was resigning. He couldn’t live here, work here, not anymore— he needed a change of scenery to cope. These walls, the people.. they all reminded him of her. He couldn’t handle that.

So now, he sat in his office, writing his letter of resignation to Cuddy, his soft eyes slightly tingling with the painful sting of tears. He just couldn’t hold it in, could he? How could someone, after the death of a loved one?

He felt ruined. And above all, he had it in his head that his best friend, House, was the cause of her death. He could try to blame the man all he wanted, but if House hadn’t been drunk, Amber would have never been on that goddamn bus.

He couldn’t truly blame House. But the incident had opened his eyes— helped him finally see that House simply.. wasn’t a good friend. Not a truly good person, either.

No matter how much that hurt to admit.