A/N: I had to do another tag for CitC. It was too amazing. I cried for a good thirty minutes.

Lookin' at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments

I stood there tryin' to find my nerve
Wondering if a single soul on Earth
Would care at all

Miss me when I'm gone

-Moments, Emerson Drive

You tried to joke about it. "It's gunna get lonely," and you saw her fake a smile. You could tell when her smile was genuine - when it was real.

She was all that you could be certain of. Everything you had assumed was real, you'd had blind faith in. You'd truly believed it was just something bigger than you. They'd all said something that you needed to hear, and it was just easier for you to assume it was sent by some greater power, than it was for you to admit to yourself that you'd had all the answers all along. It seemed simpler to figure it had something to with faith and souls, than it did to assume there was an actual reason as to why that was all happening to you.

You were sitting in that horrible room, and you realized that you didn't really matter - at least not to these nurses and doctors. To them you were not Special Agent Seeley Booth. To them, you didn't have a son, you'd never taken lives away just as quick as you saved them. To these people, you were just a brain tumor that needed to be removed. You weren't someone who went to bed everyday wonder if maybe you'd wake up in the morning with her beside you. To these people, you weren't any different than any other patient. They wouldn't miss you if you didn't return to the land of the living. They wouldn't really care.

Then you saw her.

She would care. That, you were certain of. She, you were certain of.

You were sure about her vise like grip on your arm as she pulled you from that interrogation room. You were certain of her worry. You were absolutely, without a doubt, certain that she needed you to trust her. She needed you to be okay.

As she help wheel you to the room in which your fate would be determined, you gave her your hand. And she took it without a seconds thought.

As the doors closed, you felt as if you were being tied down - you were traped. Nothing you said or did could set you free. Of all the horrible things you'd ever experienced - years of abuse, and torture, and heartbreak, being shot, lying to your best friend, being stuck on a boat, having her stuck in a car, going off to war, leaving your son - non of those moments were worse than when you saw that look in her eyes.

They had all the equipement ready; they were just waiting for you two to be ready. She held your gaze, and in it, you saw all the words she may never have the chance to say. In these moments, neither of you needed words.

All you needed was her. All she needed was you.

She held your hand until you felt your eye lids grow heavy, your muscles go limp. The horrible feeling that grew in your chest, that you were certain, was the worst feeling ever: regret.

All you knew for sure was that your love for her was real. That she was real.

Her love was real.

Then it all went black.