A poem. Author vegemite. First attempt at House, all my other stuff is Star Wars. If you haven't seen 'Control' this will make NO sense whatsoever. Cameron POV.

"Do you like me?"
It's such a stupid question
I don't know why I ask
But as I walk slowly,
Inching towards him
"I have to know."

He is shocked
Of course, he doesn't show it
At least, not much
But I can tell by the way
His eyes stop
Pupils dilate
His body stops
Frozen in time
But most importantly,
His mouth stops
No comebacks
He's speechless

There is a long
Neverending
Pregnant
Pause

His eyes are full of...
Something
Everything

Nothing
A jumble
A blank,
Multifacted stare
We have direct eye contact
The eye is the window to the soul
And in that moment
I see his soul

He's finally found the words
A description of everything i can already see
His gaze is the same,
And I dare to hope
As his lips form the word

"No."

Crestfallen
Brokenhearted
Destroyed
Stripped of pride
Reduced to pathetic

"Okay."

A whisper
And I leave