Rain pelted against the window of their fifth floor apartment. The room was engulfed in darkness, save for the thin strip of moonlight that shone in from the parted window sheers. He placed his forehead against the cold glass. Looking down into the parking lot, he could barely make her out as she got into her car to leave. His fingertips touched the cold glass of the window and he blinked back tears. His breath met the window heavily, causing it to fog and obscure his vision. He wiped it away angrily.
The nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels taped rhythmically against the floor to ceiling window as her car pulled out of the parking lot for the last time. With each breath his anger and hurt grew, until he finally hit the bottle so hard against the glass that it shattered, spilling its contents and shards of glass to the floor. Dropping the remnants of the bottles neck, tiny drops of blood dripped from his hand, pooling by his foot. Staring at the pool of whiskey laced with blood, the broken glass, he remembered her final words.
'Booth, I'm sorry. I just can't do this anymore.' Brennan kissed his unshaved cheek, picked up her bags, and walked out the door. The lock made a hollow click sound as the door came to.
He ran his uncut hand over his face, the stubble rough under his fingers. It had been three days since he'd last shaved, but he didn't give a damn anymore, not after she walked out on him. Turning his back to the window, he slowly slid down until he was sitting on the floor, left with nothing but his memories of her and utter sadness.
