A/N: Sorry about that. It was meant to be this doc that I posted, this is what happens when I try to post several from different categories at once.
He pulled away from her kiss, looking down at her. "I love you Bones."
Her eyes showed confusion and she shook her head. He nodded and kissed her again, whispering the words to her. He moved away again and looked in her eyes, fear showing in his, fear that she wouldn't feel the same. She stared into those chocolate brown eyes and she knew she couldn't lie to this man who was putting himself out there for her.
"I - I'm sorry."
He closed his eyes and she saw agonising pain cross over his face. He opened his eyes and lightly kissed her on the lips again. With a week smile he rolled off of her and onto his back next to her.
"I really am sorry," she whispered, getting up off the bed.
"It's OK," Booth replied, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.
"No, it's not," she answered before closing the door to his hotel room after her, before closing him out of his life.
He lay there, his heart shattered into millions fragments and he knew what she said was true. It wasn't OK and it never could be.
I should never have told her, I should have known not to. I've known her for over a year now and I thought I knew her so well. I should have known she would run. I think, deep down, I did, I knew she would run from me but I hoped…I hoped I meant more. I've loved her since I first met her. I didn't realise at first but slowly I came to notice all the wonderful things about her. The way her hair curls, how she smells, the sound of her voice, her mind, her independence. And I fell in love with and like the stupid idiot I am I ruined it all and told her.
It's just that I couldn't have done what she wanted me to do. Just have casual sex and then forget all about. Go back to being Agent Booth and Dr Brennan, partners but not close. I couldn't have done it, couldn't have left her and couldn't have pretended I didn't care. I would always feel it when I looked at her; that dull, hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach. Feeling that this is all there ever will be and knowing I couldn't be satisfied with that. I'd drive myself crazy trying to convince myself she actually feels the same way. And I wouldn't be able to leave her; I'd just live in agony everyday, thinking about what would never be.
Months ago I promised that I would never leave her and I'll stick by that. I won't leave, no matter the temptation. It just hurts so much. Maybe it wouldn't have so bad if I hadn't thought, just for a moment, that there was something more. But I'll go and tomorrow we'll both act like this never happened. Only it did and I'll never forget it.