She presses her head in her pillow, muffles her sobs.

(When is it finally going to end.)

She's afraid that he'll leave her, like the rest did.

(She scared them all away.)

She'll miss the early coffees he brings with him.

(They taste better when he's there.)

She'll miss his smile, because it cheers her up.

(He's unique, even when he thinks he isn't.)

The bickering fills up the silence.

(She hates, hates silence.)

But most of all.

(She hates to admit it.)

She'll miss him.

(Because no one, no one can replace Seeley Booth.)

Even if they want to.