Fate is stupid. At this point that was what she thought of everything, although logically she knew that it was not possible for everything to be stupid, but for the first time in her life she thought, 'screw logic, logic can go to hell'. He was gone and that's all that mattered, at least to her right now, everything else could take a backseat for a while, maybe a lot longer that a while. So it began. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at her door, instinctively she began to answer 'Booth' but cut herself short, and she resigned herself to the fact that he would never come knock on her door again, the full realization that he was gone hit her like a ton of bricks, thrown from the top of the empire state building, she stifled a sob. Barely. By this time Angela had entered, so Tempe got off the couch to greet her
"Hey Ange" her voice broke and she turned away for a second
"It's okay, you know, to cry"
All of three seconds later Tempe was sobbing uncontrollably into Angela's shoulder that it wasn't fair and she wanted him to call her Bones again and something about growing up without a dad, at this point Ange stepped back and looked at Tempe questioningly. Tempe, with a very weak grip on her emotions, tried to explain a lot to Angela but didn't get very far before she started crying again. So Angela put the pieces together.
Now that is what Tempe does, what her days consist of, picking up the pieces and trying desperately to fit them somewhere into the 10,000 piece puzzle that was her life. He was the edges, the barrier that kept her from falling off the table. Now, she was a mix of all the pieces, thrown into a heap.
Something that he said a while ago 'We are the center and the center must hold'. The center was not holding, the center could never hold without him, the center was shattered into a million pieces, the center was most likely never going to hold again unless she found a way to glue the million pieces back together like a shattered skull on her reconstruction table.