Readers who are not writers seldom go to their profile page. That's sad because Fanfiction stopped to send you an email when you have a PM. I used to reply to reviews, I really found friends here by doing so. I still do but not so much anymore because mostly, people don't even realize that I had sent them an answer. So you might want to check your PM inbox now and then. Just today a got an answer to a PM from a year ago.
February 5, 2009
Dear Bones,
I'm sitting here in my bed tonight, and I'm afraid to go to sleep...afraid to close my eyes, afraid that the nightmares will start...that I'll be back on that derelict ship, back in that small space and buried alive.
I know...you offered me to stay with me this evening, and I was too proud to say yes. I regret that immensely right about now.
The Gravedigger got me at my apartment, just when we were going to meet for a nice party in your honor. I'm still confused how this could happen...how I ended up on that ship. She must have drugged me, I guess, but I don't know how she got me downstairs.
And yes, we know now that the Gravedigger is Heather Taffet.
You had a funny look on your face when I told you that I wasn't alone on that old ship. Believe it or not, I got help from Teddy Parker, a young soldier who died in combat while he was spotting for me. Deep down, I've always known it wasn't my fault, but for years I still blamed myself for his death. He was young, you know? Still kinda green…
A part of me knew he couldn't really be there on the ship with me, since he's been dead for many years, but I'm telling you, it felt so real. He was there. I couldn't have managed everything I did to escape without him.
He told me not to worry anymore about being responsible for his death. He assured me that I'd ordered him multiple times to stay down, but he still made a mistake. It was such a relief for me to hear him say that. Now I can finally have some peace about it...I can forgive myself, I guess.
He told me that this is not the only purpose for him to be there. We talked about life and love and he admitted to me that he has been too afraid to tell his girl that he loved her and that this is his biggest regret, not telling her.
He also told me that maybe there's someone in my life, too, that I love like he loved Claire, and maybe I was too afraid to tell her.
Oh, Bones, this was totally on point. He nailed it! I instantly knew who he was talking about.
You know, I've told multiple people that I love them. So why is it so hard to tell you?
What can I do? I want to tell you, but I'm so worried that I'll push you away...that you'll close up and run away from me.
I know I have to be patient. I'm waiting for the right moment...our moment.
Meanwhile, I'll have to be satisfied with knowing that at least I can write it down again and again.
I love you...
I love you...
I love you!
Booth
AN: I am actually writing a new story starting right here where the letter ends. I promise a lot of romance and fluff. Interested?
Stay safe and healthy
Doge