Listen to: "It Dont Matter To The Sun" By Rosie Thomas while reading, the inspiration for this fic!

A little break from "Oh My God," but readers of that story sit tight, I will have a new chapter for you before tomorrow!

It Aint Going To Stop The World,
But It Will Be The End Of Mine.

Enough was enough, she thought, just close your eyes, and jump in.

She decided that she was going to go for it, be the gambler, give them a chance. Maybe it would be a horrible mistake, but what if it wasnt? What if she could give him 30,40, 50 years. What if all those things he said, what if they could be true. Making love, marriage, a family. Filling your heart with something other than blood. Two souls becoming one. What is it could happen. What if they could be happy.

He had been the one to admit it, but she also knew, right from the begining, she knew. She was done letting her fear, her analytical brain, and her 'better judgement' get in the way.

She made her way up to his apartment, it had been about a month or so since she had told him "No, no! I cant, I .. I dont know how." while they both cried infront of the Hoover.

She smiled to herself, she loved him. She needed to tell him, to hear him say that he loved her, to kiss him and to just feel without over analyzing things to the point of decay. Blood is in your heart, but hers felt full of something else. She floated to his door, excited, happy, complete.

She knocked lightly, and wonderd how she should greet him. I should just go for it. Be the gambler, just kiss him, pull him to the bedroom, rip off his shirt and his cocky belt buckle and just devour him, we could talk afterwards. She could hear his footsteps right behind the door, and when he opened it, she was the one left surprised.

"Uh..Bones.. Hi." He greeted her, awkwardly, narrowing the opening of the door to hide his messy apartment, to shield the clothes that were strewn across the floor, the bottle of wine and two glasses on the counter. He stood slightly behind the door, naked except for the sweats he pulled on hastily when he heard the knock. He hoped she didn't notice his messy hair, his swollen red lips, the woman's voice floating through the air, "Seeley? Is that the takeout?"

She did.

"I..I shouldnt have come here. Im sorry." With that she spun arround, almost running down the hall, tears welling in her eyes.

"BONES!" He shouted after her, "Bones come back! Im sorry!" He said, stepping out of the apartment,

"Ill see you at work," she choked out quickly before she was gone from his line of sight.

He leaned against the cold wall of the hallway, closing his eyes, rubbign the bridge of his nose, "fuck," he stepped back inside and slammed the door.

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