Disclaimer: I don't own "Bones".
Author's Note: Sorry, but I felt like writing something sad today.
Seeley Booth's habitual daily routine every morning would have to be changed. Did you know what he did this morning? He heard his alarm go off at the same time it always did. He got out of bed like he'd always done. For a minute he was actually scared. He couldn't find her. He called out her name from down the hall. For a split second, he thought to himself why hadn't she called him of her whereabouts. The woman who had spend his life with him for the past five years was gone. She was never to be in that house again. His wife, Temperance was never going to be in that room again with him.
He never got the chance to have made up for all the promises he had said he'd do with her, like spending at evening his family after a busy day at work. He should have taken the extra time to have told her he loved her.
Instead, he had a funeral to be planned. Temperance was supposed to do that for him someday, not the other way around. How was he supposed to live with that every day? How was he ever to function normally again?
Her illness had come quickly. She was gone in three weeks. Although, he somehow knew she had known about it for some time.
He regretted the many times she and their daughter sat down and had dinner by themselves. He had been busy with his investigations. Their daughter was a spitting image of her mother, with soft brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.
His eyes scanned their bedroom. Across the dresser laid the music box he had given to her on her last birthday. He visualized as she stood with her music box in hand as she turned the key and lifted the cover up. She jumped into bed and fell asleep to the sound of the music. He'd come home later on during the night, checked up on their little girl, then headed to the bedroom. He closed the cover down to her music box. He'd kiss her lightly on her cheeks and joined her in bed.
He slowly walked to her music box, turned the key and lifted its cover. Booth stared at the little wheel as it played her favorite tune. He closed the cover down and gently returned it to its proper place. He laid on which was now his bed, not theirs and cried.
He felt her presence around him, which sent chills throughout his body. A faint whisper, he heard her voice. "I love you, sweetheart."
If he could have turned back the time, he wished he could have told her once more with feeling that he loved her.
"I love you, baby."
The End