Tomorrow with the crack of dawn, as the first rays of sun touches the white snow on the street back home, I will part. I will leave all because I know you are waiting for me. Waiting for me to put you in my arms and lay you down for your final rest.

Booth was lying on his thin mattress trying not to think of how ironic this life is. He went to Afghanistan to give his partner time to reevaluate their friendship, their partnership, their relationship. His son Parker talked him into doing the right thing, and he wanted to prove to his son that it is never enough what you do to your country, because you can always do more. Little did he know that he would never have a chance to prove anything anymore because the person, the only person that he wanted to be a role model to, is not there anymore.

Parker tragically was hit by car speeding on the black ice on the street. The driver was a doctor in a hurry going to a hospital trying to save a mother and a baby from being delivered pre-maturely.

The news came to booth one day after the New Year . And he had to wait the 24 hours for the first plane out of Afghanistan to go back home and attend his son's funeral

Booth's head and body felt numb , damn it his heart was empty , As if his heart was staked and turned into dust.

The sound of the wind blowing, and the freezing cold night hit booth square in the face as soon as he set foot outside the airport, his duffel bag held on his shoulder and his palm rested in his pocket holding the side of his son's photo. He hailed for a cab and sat down quietly, the sound of the cabbie startled him,

"I said welcome home, where to son? "
" huh ... Yeah, not sure ...home !

After reciting the address to the cab driver , booth laid his head back and closed his eyes, thinking this is not how it was supposed to be , Rebecca and Parker were to meet him at the airport, and take him to the reflecting pool to meet Bones. This is how it should have been. Not alone in the middle of the night with no one to welcome him, to hug and kiss him, no one to be proud of him, or reprimand him for being a hero. Alone.

The cab came to a halt and Booth was soon out of the car after the driver refused to take the fare, he has seen so many soldiers coming back home but none their faces looked like they are coming to a war zone instead of being saved from one.

Walking down the hallway straight to his room, he dropped his body on the icy bed and fell into restless sleep.

A faint drumming on his door woke him up , and if not for the insisting knock he would have ignored it completely , he did not feel like talking to anyone , he knew it would be Cam , maybe Sweets , knowing that he will be arriving soon and wanted to be with him, but he did not want either sympathy from Cam nor psychobabble from Sweets. He sighed , and turned the knob closing his eyed as soon as the light from the lift hit him, there she was , the one person he did not think he would see. Stood in front of him her eyes wide, that blue rimmed with blood color and he could feel her trembling. He waved her in, but before he could say anything she was there, everywhere, holding him , cradling him, over him as his knees gave and he fell to the floor holding her with him sobbing his heart out . All you could here in the room his wailing and her barely whispers in his ear.
She did not dare to tell him, it is okay , because it is not and it will never be, she kept repeating over and over to him the only soothing words she could come up with

"I know Booth, I know baby, I know"

I am walking on eggshells here, I have read so many great stories here and English being not my first language , I am not sure how I am doing . this story is inspired by a poem I have read when I was 8 years old and it is maybe the only poem I can recite over and over any time. It is by Victor Hugo.

I would appreciate your feedback. Thanks.