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As she breathed in the Hawaiian air, Brennan walked through the sand. She remembered the day she'd met all the men. All different, all unique, yet all the same...

You've got the best of both worlds. You're the kind of girl who can take down a man. And lift him back up again.

This was it. This was when all the emotions poured through. And she didn't know if she could really do this. As she knocked on the cabin's door, she realized, she didn't have a choice.

Jack opened the door with a smile. She smiled back, forced, but a smile either way. Her hair was pulled back in a French braid. Brown shorts and a loose grey shirt covered her body. She looked into his eyes and desperately wanted to disappear, even if that was scientifically impossible.

You are strong but you're needy. Humble but you're greedy.

"Hey"

"Hello" She answered warily.

"C'mon in" He opened the door wider for her. She hesitated for a bit, maybe it wasn't too late to back out. No, she had to do this; she couldn't go on hurting him like this.

And based on your body language and shouted cursive I've been reading.

"We need to talk."

"That's never good." He said back smiling still. He managed to make a real smile appear on her face, and that just made her heart break a little more. So she turned around and blurted everything out.

"You are amazing! You are one of those guys, that any girl will be lucky to have, and I know people say this all the time, but it's true, true about you. You are just simple, and caring, and such a gentleman and women don't find guys like you all the time. They're lucky to find someone just half as kind as you, and you are the best type of man out there."

Your style is quite selective, but your mind is rather reckless.

"Then why aren't I right for you?"

"Because… I can't give you something that I don't have…" She said trying her best to keep her emotions in check. A lump forming in her throat, the way his eyes pleaded with her to just jump back and say that this was all just a joke and that she loved him and she so wanted to tell him that, but she couldn't. She loved him, yes, but she wasn't in love with him. She never realized there was a difference, but there was.

"What would you want to give me?"

"Before this show, I didn't believe in love. I thought it was chemicals, just superficial, and you could replace it. I didn't know this was possible, to just fall in love."

"You can, fall in love, it takes time, but you can." He said desperately trying to follow.

Brennan sighed, "I can't give you my love!" She said just ripping out the band-aid or something like that. Booth had taught her that phrase, when was that man when you needed his corrections.

"Why? Are you afraid? Do you still not believe in love?"

"I can't give you my heart; I can't take your love, when…"

"When what?"

"When I'm in love with someone else" Brennan gasped, that did not just come out of her mouth. She clasped her hand over her mouth and quickly looked at the hurt look on Jack's face.

Well I guess this just suggests that this just what happiness is.

"This was our day to spend a whole day before the last rose. And you…"

"I didn't want to pretend, I knew and I wanted you to know, I didn't want to hurt you." Brennan said softly.

"But…"

"It would hurt more, to know that something was so close, and that, it wouldn't be fair." She wanted him to understand. To understand her reasons, to understand, she cared!

"Yeah, I guess it would be fair, but at least I would have a glimpse, and…"

"And wish for the rest of your life? Pretend I'm there, when you could be out there, finding your real love?"

"I…"

"You deserve someone that will love you back; you deserve someone that will take you for who you are…"

"You do too. And I hope you find it in him." He said as he walked her through the door. "Goodbye Temperance."

"Goodbye Jack"

What a beautiful mess this is. It's like picking up trash in the dresses.
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write, kind of turn themselves into knifes.
And don't mind my nerves you can call it fiction, because I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear. Because here we are, here we are.

As she walked back to her cabin she wondered if she did the right thing. If letting him go now, would hurt any less. Knowing that it probably wouldn't, but it gave him hope, was enough for her to understand that little white lies sometimes did help some of the people we care about, because she did care about him. And she had admitted she was in love with Booth. Well not exactly, but we've got to start somewhere…

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Thanks for sticking around throughout this whole beautiful mess!