I hate feeling like this

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I hate feeling like this
I'm so tired of trying to fight this
I'm asleep and all I dream of
Is waking to you

The fear ran cold through her veins. She awoke wanting to scream. In the moments after she woke she did not know where she was or what had happened. The familiar weight that usually sank the bed was no longer there. In a moment of panic, she fled the bed and rushed into the kitchen. Standing at the stove was a boxer-clad Seeley Booth. Allowing her heart to return to a regular rhythm, she smiled to herself…seeing that man in the flesh brought her back to normal. Sensing her presence, Booth turned to see his girlfriend, Dr. Temperance Brennan. Slowly sauntering over to her, he wrapped his strong arms around her fragile frame and pulled her close. A simple kiss led to a deeper, more urgent one, and in between hurried affections she admitted to him, "I had that dream again. The one where you're not here with us. It kills me."

Tell me that you will listen
Your touch is what I'm missing
And the more I hide I realize I'm slowly losing you

Comatose
I'll never wake up without an overdose of you

I don't wanna live
I don't wanna breathe
'les I feel you next to me
you take the pain I feel
waking up to you never felt so real
I don't wanna sleep
I don't wanna dream
'cause my dreams don't comfort me
The way you make me feel
Waking up to you never felt so real

It had been a whole eight weeks since the shooting, and Brennan was still having terrible nightmares. She would dream that he was really dead, and that she was left all alone, and she couldn't survive without him. The two weeks, in which she thought Booth had died, she was a lost soul. She threw herself into her work and she barely slept. She could bear to sleep when she knew that there was never any chance of her waking up next to him. She needed her daily fix of Seeley Booth. She was and addict and he was her drug, and life without him had caused serious withdrawals. Life without him had been more terrible than death. She wanted to die at times, just so she could be with him again.

I hate living without you
Dead wrong to ever doubt you
But my demons lay in waiting
Tempting me away
Oh how I adore you
Oh how I thirst for you
Oh how I need you

She needed that man, no matter how annoying, frustrating or intrusive. She loved him, and only in the wake of his "death" was she able to admit it to herself. Every night she would send up silent words of prayer. "Please come back to me. Why did you have to leave?" These words would be followed by silent tears. He was her life, and he was almost her death. Now that she knew he was alive and very, very well, she thought she would be able to sleep better, but she was still haunted.

Breathing life
Waking up My eyes
Open up
Don't leave me alone