AN - Written originally for Faeworld at LJ for the prompt Rain. Not for profit, I don't own anything, if I did Dyson would always be naked, well more than he is now. Any mistakes are mine and there may be loads as I've only seen each ep once.
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He stood outside the rundown, falling to pieces old building that somehow she called home. The place he'd felt at peace in once upon a time.
He could remember what it felt like to love her, to want and need her, posses and caress her. He could remember the heat and passion that had once existed between them, but that is all it was now, a memory.
As he turned and walked away, he was thankful for the rain, hiding the single tear that ran down his cheek. It fell not because he wanted her, but because the want, the need was no longer within him, only the memory remained, teasing him, torturing him with what could no longer be.
"Goodbye Bo," he said to the cold night air as he walked out of her life, forever.