May
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do
-Yellow, Coldplay
I'm home.
One entire year gone, a full revolution around the sun, three hundred and sixty five spins of the Earth, and now I'm home, back in D.C.
And, damn it, waiting for him is killing me.
The mall is crowded, and the coffee cart's business is booming, though neither are uncommon. What is uncommon, however, is that I am so anxious, and that I've been anxious for over a month. Anxious to be here, to see Booth, and now he is late. What if he's hurt? What if he's been held back? What if he's de- no, I refuse to think that. Absolutely not. Booth promised, and he doesn't break his promises. I ought to call him, just to make sure he remembers to come, just to check-
And you know,
For you I'd bleed myself dry.
Oooh, ittybitty cliffy! So, guys, what do you want? Happy ending? Or sad, closer-to-canon ending? Or sad-but-not-canon ending? Let me know!