Hey Guys- new story sorry for no a/n before forgot to add, this will end up being a happy story hopefully.

(don't own bones, only the characters I have made up)

Chapter 2

Thinking day that he had died would be the hardest day of her life, boy had she been totally, one hundred percent wrong. Bones had been clearing through his side of the bed side table at their lavish eight bedroomed house having made enough money to last them the rest of their lives and more she was rummaging through draws. She found pictures, pills, books and his beloved bible where the spine had worn away and you could visibly see the cracks that had been made. The pages almost unreadable from the endless amount of use. This bible was 45 years old and Seeley had treasured it every night reading a page before sleep had summoned him, or his wife for that matter.

Temperance flicked through all the pages quickly looking at the place where he had highlighted sections, crossed sections out and made notes. Suddenly an envelope had fallen out of the book and like a stab in the gut Bones gasped when she saw that who it had been addressed to.

Bones

Her fingers began to shake, not knowing what lay beyond the seal. Should she open it? What was there scared her. Scared her? No petrified her. Questions where running wild in her mind…. She turned the envelope over, staring at the sealed seal. Her fingers trembling even more as if she was having an epileptic seizure. She decided she would bite the bullet, opened the envelope and began reading.

Temperance, Bones,

I don't know when and how to start. You have become this, this person which has captivated my world. I wake everymorning cherisishing the feeling of you in my arms. I know now that this will not last forever but right now I don't care because I just want to spend every waking moment with the woman that changed my life for the better.

I honestly cannot comprehend a single thought as too why I decided to write this and wheather you find it or not it does not affect me for I know how you and I feel about each other, but I guess for when I have left this world you will want something to remind you of me.

Last week while we were in Tahiti, you where sleeping and I couldn't. I walked out onto the deck and sat and put my feet in the water and gazed up at the cloudless night, I found stars and decided I would match each one with a reason as too why I loved you. I was doing exceptionally well until I ran out of stars.

Temperance, for when I leave I want you to be happy, to move on, to start fresh. Don't morn the loss of me but celebrate the life that I and we have lived together. I don't want my wife to be someone who doesn't sleep at night because her husband is not their with her. You must move on my love because we will see each other again soon. Even if you are stupid enough not to believe in the afterlife.

Temperance you have brought me so much joy and love that words cannot express that. You have been the one constant that I have had in my life. Which is why I ask nothing of you but to move on and be happy. I have nothing to give you except everything. You know I have never been good with words but I hope I have done myself justice.

You where and are still the light of my life.

Go and be happy.

Ill love you to death and then some.

My love for you is unconditional and eternal.

Your one and only.

She sobbed she cried and cried and cried. The letter had made her feel so happy and made her fall that just a little bit more in love if that was at all possible. She would treasure it for the rest of her life. She would do everything he said except move on. How could she? He had always been the one constant in her life, her rock, her soul mate, her spouse, her lover. How the hell could she move on.

Sobs racked and racked. She cried and cried. She cried until she felt like a shriveled up dried out ball of human flesh. Yet she still continued to cry.

She climbed on to the bed and began to read the letter again. Her goal being able to remember the letter from heart and from memory.

She didn't think she would sleep. She had had trouble falling asleep lately. And then something about the way her husband had written to her, told her that he had loved her that one last time. She heard it in her head and began to close her eyes, sleep overcame her.

Bones slept and slept all of the next day. Having had very little sleep these past few days last night had been the first night in a long time that she had got 12 hours of sleep. Bones rolled over and her eyes immediately fixed onto the letter.

Could she move on? Could she leave him behind? Could she really 'start' a new life without him?

She didn't know. At least not yet.