The last thing you remembered was your boyfriend walking out the door without saying goodbye. You were so excited to tell him you were pregnant that the future you imagined with him vanished.

"What do you mean, you're pregnant?" he asked, his tone strange and dry. He never used to talk to you like that.

"Yes... I'm pregnant, we'll have a child. House, aren't you happy?" you said excitedly, trying to ignore the indifferent look from the love of your life. "W-what's wrong?" you spoke again, reaching out to take his hand.

He pulled away and didn't let you touch him. "I need time to think about it," he said as he headed for the exit and walked out the door.

You waited for his return for so long, only for it to never come true. You thought he wasn't gone forever, that he would come back for you and start a life with you like you'd always dreamed of. Now you were alone while carrying a life in your womb, and you decided you would be a single mother. Because your son didn't deserve a father like him.

During the first months of your pregnancy, Wilson, your best friend, was with you. Sometimes you used to ask him about House, but he only replied, "You don't need to know." It made you sad, but you knew it was better not to know about House's life.

No one prepared you for being in the emergency room and hearing that you had lost your baby. No one prepared you for giving yourself to what you loved so much for nine months and desired your whole life: in your arms, lifeless. You cried so much and coped with the situation alone, because there was no one there for you, and the worst part was knowing you had a scar on your body that would remind you of that forever.

You fell into depression and tried to take your own life. But you couldn't.

It had been five months since you lost your baby, so Wilson invited you to an event so you could go out and know he was with you, that you could move forward once more. Wilson was your best friend and the only one who supported you during your pregnancy; you appreciated him so much.

You put on a white strapless dress, fitted to your torso and with a full skirt that fell softly. Over it, you wore a short cream-colored cardigan, delicately buttoned. On your feet, simple and elegant white sneakers. To one side, a white bag with small light blue ribbons hung lightly. A straw hat adorned your head, while gold earrings and a necklace complemented your outfit with a subtle touch of sparkle.

You spent a great time with Wilson, chatting and browsing the stalls. You were hungry, so Wilson offered to get some food while you rested, since you still hadn't recovered physically or mentally from the loss of your baby.

You sat on an empty bench near you, looking at the decorations. Your gaze fell on a family. A father holding his daughter while her mother took a picture of them.

Even though you didn't want to look, you kept looking. Maybe you could have been that person.

But you had chosen wrong.

You watched some pigeons coming towards you, probably looking for food. So you decided to buy some bread, got up with some effort, and went to get it. As you walked along the sidewalk, your gaze scanned all the stalls. You didn't realize what was in front of you, and your shoulder bumped into someone else's. You apologized without seeing that person, but a familiar voice caught your attention.

"{{user}}?"

When you turned around, you saw him: it was him. It was the same Gregory House. The one who had abandoned you and left you alone for so long, the person who wasn't there when you needed him most.