How many times can he break till he shatters?
"You just… did it one too many."
"You're invisible."
"You were my armor, my reason, now your gone. It's over."
"Don't lose hope, you'll find the one."
"I already did."
"I'm not, I can't be. You'll find someone who makes you happy."
"You make me happy."
"It's a messed up sort of happiness. It's the kind that destroys, inevitably, it's because you love me too hard."
"It's endless. There is no point where we separate, Bones. We are one. You are the one that completes me."
"No. You are more then this, you have to believe in more then this."
"More then love? More then fate? More then God? What is there, Bones? I accept that you don't believe in yourself, in God, or in fate, and I respect that. But love? Don't you believe in love?"
"I believe in mutual interests, in complementing someone, in respecting someone- but the idea that love is everlasting- that's hard to believe."
"Then give me the chance to prove it to you."
Booth awoke from his dream in a cold sweat, when he rolled around, Hannah was lying next to him, her hand resting on his hip. He rolled back around to face his wall. This was the third dream this week. It was Thursday. How much longer could he pretend?
Pretend to not love her, anymore? He knew it was his fault- no hers- he didn't give her fact. He didn't even try, not really. He liked to believe he went all in, but he didn't.
She did, though. That night in the car.
And he turned her down.
All of her.
