I just watched the 3 last-ever episodes of House M.D.
And, how I cried when that building exploded. And I thought he was dead. And I kept hoping for a miracle, while I continued watching, but I couldn’t stop crying. But then the phone made noise. And the text came. And I smiled again. A little. It didn’t make it less sad, but at least the season ended with a positive thing. Like you sort of know what he is doing, that he is better, that he is together with Wilson, and I can keep on thinking so, without any sad things.
Wilson and House. I will miss them. Others as well, but them the most. And I will definitely revisit them again. Remember the old times and all the times that lead up to the series finale.