A/N: First thing I want to say is, this will not be B/B. Not eventually, not ever. Because, as much as I love them, there can't always be a happy ending. Hopefully, this won't stop you from reading, because I still like their dynamic, and I think what happens in the next chapter is quite interesting (don't want to give anything away!).

Booth and Bones have been together for a little over a year when the story starts. I originally wrote it with them calling each other by their first names, because it seemed that if they had been together for that long then they would, but it just didn't feel right. I can't imagine her constantly referring to him as 'Seeley.' Too weird.

The lyrics are from the song Hard to Say Goodbye from the movie Dreamgirls. If you have never seen the movie(which I haven't) or heard the song, I wouldn't advise you to listen to it, lol. It's a bit too upbeat for this story, but the lyrics are perfect.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything related to Bones, and, as I explained above, I down own the song, either.

We didn't make forever.
We each got to go our seperate way,
And now we're standing here, helpless,
Looking for something to say.
We've been together a long time.
We never thought it would end.
We were always so close to each other;
You were always my friend.

When he entered their apartment, she was sitting on the couch waiting for him.

"Hey." He walked over to her and kissed her. "Sweets was right, Caleb Martins confessed to both murders. Honestly, I thought it was the florist guy. Seemed kinda jumpy. You want to order some Tai food?"

"Booth, we need to talk."

"Oh. Yeah. Ange mentioned you wanted to talk to me. She seemed kind of upset. What's going on?"

I didn't want this to happen,
But we shouldn't feel sad.
We had a good life together.
Just remember, remember, all the times we had.
It's not that I don't love you deeply
You were my family
It's just that I'm feeling there's so much more
Waiting out there for you and me.

"I'm ending our relationship."

Booth laughed. "What?"

"I'm serious, Booth."

"Where the hell did this come from?"

"From a talk I had with Parker."

"Okay, now I know you're lying, because Parker loves you. He would never tell you to break up with me." He got up, feeling at ease now that he realized this was a joke.

She got up as well and followed him. "No, he didn't say anything like that."

Booth poured himself a glass of orange juice. "Well, what did he say?"

"He asked me when we were going to get married."

"Okay, Bones, look, I know you don't really believe in having a ceremony and a piece of paper to show your commitment to someone, but I kind of assumed we'd get married someday, too."

"And he asked when we were going to give him a little brother or sister."

Booth sat down his glass. "What'd you tell him?"

"I said I didn't know."

"Did you mean that?"

"What was I supposed to say?"

"It's okay, that's a good answer. I wouldn't worry about it. He doesn't really mind being an only child. Besides, I'm sure Rebecca will pop another one out eventually."

"Yes, he does mind. And so do you."

"I'm not an only child."

"I mean, you mind only having one child."

"Bones, it's fine, okay?"

"No, it isn't, Booth. It's not fair to you, or to Parker. "

"So, you're breaking up with me because of that?"

"That, among other reasons. Like science."

"Think with your heart, Bones, not with your head."

"The brain is the only organ that can be used to think. The heart pumps oxygenated blood throughout your body; it cannot form thoughts."

"It's not meant literally. I'm just saying, consider your feelings. Me, out of your life, is that what you really want?"

"It's what has to happen, Booth."

"No, you're wrong. You may be a genius, but you're wrong."

"We're not right for each other. At least, not currently. One of us needs to be rational in this relationship. Logically, we shouldn't be together. I've tried to ignore the facts, but it's obvious."

"Bones, science doesn't tell you who you're supposed to love."

"Us as a couple just isn't plausible."

"Temperance, do you love me?"

"Not when you call me Temperance."

"Bones."

She sighed. "Yes, Booth. Of course I love you."

"So isn't that enough?"

"No. It isn't."

"Bones, please."

"I'm sorry, Booth. I've been offered a position in Los Angeles, and I'm going to accept it."

"Why? Why does our being together defy logic?"

"We're two different people who want very different things."

"Like?"

"For example, you want more children while I don't want any."

"We just went over this, Bones. Besides, you like Parker."

"Yes, I love Parker, but that doesn't mean I want any children of my own."

"Okay, that's one reason. What else?"

"I'd say that's a pretty big reason, Booth."

"What else, Bones?"

"You're all about catching the bad guys, while I just want to study ancient remains. The job in Los Angeles will allow me to travel around the world to examine them."

"I've told you a thousand times, I wouldn't hold it against you if you stopped working with the FBI. I just want you to be happy, and if really old bones and no murderers makes you happy, then that's fine with me."

"You've also told me a thousand times that you don't know what you would do if I wasn't your partner. Even if you aren't aware of it, you would subconsciously resent me for it."

"None of the things you're telling me make me not want to be with you."

"One day, you'll understand. You'll thank me for being so rational while you were so irrational."

"Bones, I am not being irrational. I love you. No matter what your science tells you, love is enough."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is."

"Goodbye, Booth." She kissed him softly, and they both shed a tear.

"You really don't have to do this. I love you more than anything."

"I love you, too." And she walked towards the door.

"I'll be here waiting for you when you get back."

She turned and looked into his eyes. "I don't know if I'm ever coming back."

"You'll be back," he said, as tears rolled down his cheeks.

She faced the door again, knowing that if she walked out, she couldn't go back in.

And it's hard to say good-bye, my love.
Hard to see you cry, my love.
Hard to open up that door.
You're not sure what you're going for.

She exited, and shut the door behind her.

"She has to come back," he whispered to the empty apartment. "She has to."

You'll know I'll always love you.
You'll know I'll always care.
And no matter how far I may go,
In my thoughts,
You'll always be there.

We've got to work it,
We've got to try,
Though it's hard, so hard
We have to say good-bye
Though it's hard, so hard
We have to say
We didn't make forever.
How could we loose tomorrow?
We didn't make forever.
How could we loose tomorrow?

Goodbye, my love.