Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist.
A/N: Did you hear the news?! We got renewed! I'm so excited! Anyway, I decided to try and write a one hundred word drabble. Please, let me know how it is and if I wrote it correctly because I was a bit unsure . The drabble takes place in a scenario where Lisbon has gone to DC with Pike, and Jane reflects on/thinks about her. And once again, 'yay!' for The Mentalist and season seven.
He can't believe she left.
Teresa Lisbon.
His Teresa.
But not really, not anymore. Maybe she was never his. She could have been, if only he'd told her: 'I love you'.
He was always hers.
He always would be.
Jane missed everything about that petite agent: her eyes, her voice, her smile.
Gone.
All of it.
But if she's happy, then he's happy too, right?
Smiling is painful. So is breathing.
The guilt seeps into every crevice of his body.
It's not what he said. It's what he didn't.
He can't believe she left.
He can't believe he let her.