"I love you."

He said it so...Simply, though those three words would fix the problem at hand,to be honest,the phrase made me so elated it almost DID fix the problem ,but sadly,I let my emotions rule my logical mind.

"You love me?How rich,Seely!"I snarl."We both know you love Hannah,and Hannah is clearly not I,Booth!"I practically scream in his face.I know he is torn;I know he feels awful,but I can't help letting all my pain and metaphorical heart-ache flow to the surface."Don't try to even play that card with me!You LEFT me!you LEFT me when you never said you would!"

"But only 'cause you left me!"He was begining to get rather riled up as well."I said I would never leave you Temprence,and I ment it!I swear to God I ment it,but if you though I would stay here while you ran off to the Malipoo-poo damn islands to just...Wollow in my mistake of making you run away,you were wrong."

His breathing was hard and fast,as well was mine."Don't you dare try and pin this don't even."My voice was low and menacing."It's not my fault you pushed me to far to fast!It is not!You know how I feel about love,you know how I feel,yet you chose to do what you did anyway,and you know what?You said 'I was the one'.That was a lie!You said you would stay with me 40,50,60 years,but in less than 6 months your already in 'love' with someone else!You have NO IDEA how that made me feel!"

"Don't pull that crap with me,Bones!You have no idea what your rejection did to me!It broke me into a million pieces;I felt as though nothing was ever going to be right again-"

"Get OUT,Booth!the the hell out of my apartment!Don't even think about coming back,don't even!"I shouted.I actually suprised the neighbors haven't told us to quiet down. Booth looks a little hurt,but he hides it as I often do. He hisses a quiet "Fine." and leaves my apartment,forgetting his dress jacket.

Once he slams the door shut behind him,My anger slowly ebbs away,and I slide to the ground. How could I say those things to him?Dear God,I don't think anything can fix this now.

As my tears start to fall,I notice his black dress jacket he left.I pick it up,and smell it.I know it's I bit odd,but I can't help myself,I have to smell it. It smells just like him;Manly,Boothy.Well of course it would;It's HIS jacket!A voice in my head shouts.

I drag my feet to the kitchen,jacket still in hand,grab a burbon bottle I haven't opened in my three years of having it,and drag myself to my bedroom.

I already know the morning is going to be worse.

Short,yes,But Don't worry,I have much Drama plannned,which means longer chapters!=)

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~Toinette