DISCLAIMER: BONES is not mine it the property of Hart Hanson and Kathy Reichs
I slowly walk down the long, cold, dark hallway towards the closed door, the door that is staring me down daring me to open it and face the reality I long to deny. I slowly swing open the door surprised that it glides open so easily and soundlessly having expected it to weigh heavily and groan with the despair that hangs in the air. I freeze suddenly unable to move forward nor am I able to flee down the hallway to the safety of bright light and delusions. The rain drops on the window cast a shadow across the floor and up onto the bed, tiny dots racing down pulled by a force that is not their own. I pull my eyes away from the drops and force my gaze to travel around the room, absorbing the lifeless color that surrounds me, shades of grey and black, shadows that move granting hope that the other person is there before that hope is shattered and rip away by the cold hard dismal truth. He will never return, not to me not to anyone. Slowly I start to move forwards towards the still unmade bed, that holds the clothes that were sloppily tossed on the bed as he rushed through changing so that he could make it on time and pick up the grey button down shirt that I remember him wearing the last time he was around, I slip it over my own shirt before crawling into his bed and inhaling the fragrance that still lingers. Drawing small comfort from this fact and closing my eyes cradling his pillow against my chest and for one small infinitesimal moment can imagine it is him you are hugging, that I have the chance to say all the things left unsaid.
The tears that were held at bay for so long start to pour out at this time. They soak into the pillow as I bury me face in it insuring that on every inhale his scent raises into me. I lay there for hours crying myself out and basking through the memories of the past few years, the good and the bad, the happy the sad. Eventually I fall asleep, too tired to even crawl under the blankets. I recall him touching my chin lifting my eyes to gaze into his as he told me that we are family, that there was more than one type of family as the last moment of consciousness escapes me and I fall asleep with a smile on my lips and tears in my eyes.
AN: so I'm not exactly sure why I wrote this, I just started typing and this is what came out. I have been reading a lot of angst lately where one character dies so maybe that is what influenced this either way I hope you enjoyed it, or at least not hate it and if you leave a review well then you are amazing.