Chapter 1

'I love you. I want you to be my husband. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.'

'I feel I could never find a better man to spend my life with… And i'm happy'

A slither of moment, Temperance Brennan finally took the advice her hallucination or her mom had given her. She had allowed herself to flourish. Taken a leap of faith, and against all irrationalities, she had finally asked Booth to marry her. And he agreed, in the garden, with the beef jerky- he agreed to be her husband.

Her mind is once again working at full speed. As she made her way upstairs, his words to her repeated in her head in a loop.

'I don't think we should go through with it….'

Not being able to handle the sudden rush of emotions, she rushes to Christine's bedroom, where she hopes to find solace from what has suddenly become a nightmare for her.

She enters the room quietly, knowing that her daughter wakes easily. She sits on the floor, and watches her daughter sleep, this being the only thing that brings a sense of peace of mind upon her. 'How could I have become so caught up in my feelings that I failed to consider the other outcome of my actions?'

She sits there for hours, the soft rise and fall of her daughter's body the only thing in her mind. The tears refuse to stop, and she was afraid that they never would.

Eventually, she leaves her daughters room. Hesitantly, she walks towards her room, their room. The last place she wants to be. Was it horrible of her as a person if she didn't want to be in the same bed as the man who had caused her all this pain, let alone be in the same vicinity as him.

Luckily for her, Booth was not yet in the room, giving her time to change and get ready for bed at her own pace. Walking into the bathroom, she sees the outcome of her emotions. Tear stained face, her eyes blood shot red, hair dishevelled in the manner of her frustration. Carrying on with her nightly routine, she refuses to look at herself once again in the mirror. 'It's irrational for me to be so upset by this, when I instigated the proposal.' 'This is my fault, therefore I must suffer the consequences of failing to see the latter, the different outcome.'

She leaves the bathroom, and lies down on her side of the bed, and facing outwards. As she lies, no thought passes her. Her mind, for the first time in her life, was blank. All she could feel was the heaviness on her chest, and another sudden desire to let her tears fall. 'You're stronger than this.'

Hours later, she hears the bedroom door open. Softly, he finds his way to the bathroom, no words exchanged. She hears her minutes later, lying down in his side of the bed. She hopes that he doesn't realise that she's awake, because she just isn't strong enough to start a conversation with him. A conversation that would only entail a string of slurred words, and a stream of tears.

'Bones?'

His voice pierces the looming tension like a sharp knife. No response.

'I know you're awake, can we please talk?'

He scoots over to her side of the bed, trying to get her to face him.

'Bones, baby, please. Look at me.'

Once again, no response to his pleas. He can't handle the pain and tension between them, it's as if they were at the same place they were in when she got back from being on the run.

So he does what he has too, and forces her on her black, while he hovers over her. She doesn't put up a fight.

'Baby, please, say something.'

But she refuses to open her eyes, and look at him. He lowers his forehead to hers, pecking her lips.

'I want you to know that I love you. I still love you, and I will always love you.'

Once again, no response. He admits defeat tonight, knowing that his persistence might backfire, and she may retreat in another manner. So he rolls back to his side of the bed, but still facing her. She takes this as a chance to return to the same position she was in before his pleas and one-sided conversation.

Unexpectedly, he snuggles her from behind. The same position they are always in when they go to bed and when they wake. She stiffens, and the reaction is not lost on Booth. This only makes him hold on to her tighter. Afraid that if he doesn't, he might lose the only thing, apart from his children, who can never fail to challenge him and love him, irrationally and unconditionally.

She, however, does not reciprocate the action. She remains lifeless in his arms, struggling to keep her emotions in check. She is still angry, but more than that, she is sad. Sad at what was, and could've been; and to have it all taken away by the only man she has ever loved, the man right next to her.

Hours go by, and sleep has not come. She feels breath of her partner on her neck, evidence that he is fast asleep. Using her remaining strength, she manages to untangle herself from Booth and at the same time, not waking him up. She grabs a couple of clothes for her closet; packing them in the closest bag she can reach.

Walking out of the bedroom silently, she makes her way to her daughter's room. Not bothering to close the door, she heads straight to her bed, her head of blonde curls splayed among the pillow. She stares for a moment, and whispers

'Baby, Mommy won't be gone for long, she's just going to sort some things out. I love you, baby. Mommy will be back very soon.' She indulges herself, kissing her daughter's forehead, hoping that this doesn't wake her up.

Knowing that her daughter is still in her deep slumber, she pads out of the room, closing the door behind her. Heading down, she grabs her car keys and writes a note and then swiftly makes her way towards the front door. She stares at the path leading to the second floor of their house. The path leading to the two people who she loves with all of her metaphorical heart.

But she has to go, she has to leave. To be anywhere that reminded her of Booth.

So she unlocks the front door, and steps out of the house. Starting up her Prius, she glazes over their house one more time, their 'Mighty Hut'. The place where she was supposed to feel comfort, the place where the two people who's happiness contingent upon her, slept.

She drives into the night, knowing where to go and knowing that it is the right and rational decision for her to do, at the time being.

The next day, Booth wakes up, feeling only cool sheets beside him. It wasn't a surprise that she wasn't there anymore, knowing that she would've woken up earlier to avoid him and the pending conversation they were eventually going to have.

He makes his way down to his daughter's bedroom, seeing that she's still asleep. Padding down to the kitchen, he hears no indication that Brennan is still in the house. He sees a note, and confirming what he already knew deep in his gut.

Booth

I'm leaving, and do not know when I will be back. I am not giving up on us, but I need some time and space. I will be back, that I can promise you.

Bones

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