Title: Only Herself
Rating: T
Pairings/Characters: Booth/Brennan
Warnings: none
Hogwarts: 365 Prompts
Prompt - mutation
Hogwarts: Quarterly Event - Gym
Madam Pomfrey's Fun Fitness - Dumbell - Quote: "When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain."- Andrea Gibson
Hogwarts: April Auction
Day 17 - Auction 1 - Emotions: Heartbreak
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Temperance stared at herself in the mirror. She was unrecognizable to herself, almost as if she was a mutation of who she used to be. There were some similarities of course—her brilliance, social awkwardness, the fact that she hated her fruit cooked—but there were new things. She didn't stay overnight at the Jeffersonian to work in bone storage any longer. She spent more time with Angela, excited about the fact that her best friend was about to become a mom. And she no longer believed love wasn't real. Because she felt it. Unfortunately, she came to that realization too late.
She closed her eyes, hating feeling weak as her tears came.
She knew she was in love now, and only one man had made her forget her mantra that love wasn't real. And he was with someone else. According to him, it was as serious as a heart attack.
Temperance sniffled. She moved to her bed and laid down on it fully clothed. She stared at her cell phone that sat on her nightstand. It remained silent. It was Friday night. At one time, she would have had dinner with Booth, even if they weren't on a case, but he was busy with Hannah. Lately, if they weren't working on a case, he spent all of his time with Hannah. He no longer seemed to want to be near her unless it was for professional reasons.
Temperance understood that Booth no longer loved her, but she thought they were still friends. Didn't friends spend time together? Didn't they have dinner together? She had dinner with Angela all the time. Maybe it was different because Booth was a male friend.
She made the mistake of asking Angela because of her confusion, and the brunette had called Booth some choice names. Temperance would never ask Angela about anything that had to do with Booth again.
She turned away from the phone. It was ridiculous, but she felt as if it was mocking her. Inanimate objects couldn't mock, though.
Temperance clutched her pillow as the tears came once again, running down her cheeks as her body shook with the force of her sobs.
She missed Booth so much. She wished she figured out her feelings last year. Before Maluku and Afghanistan. Things might have been so different. But now, she was too late, and she had no one to blame but herself.
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