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"No." Brennan pushes frantically at Booth's chest trying to pry herself out of his arms so that she can get out of bed.
"Temperance, what's wrong?"
She can't breathe, can't think, she has to get out of here. "I can't. I can't."
"Can't what? Talk to me."
She shakes her head and places her hands firmly on his chest, pushing away from him. She'd been fine until he'd spoken the three words she had always been afraid of and now she could feel the walls closing in on her. "It's too much. I can't—I have to go."
He watches her blindly gather her clothes and throw them on, thoroughly confused by the sudden shift in her mood. She had been fine before he—oh God. He'd told her he loved her. "Temperance, slow down."
"No, I can't. I thought I could handle this but I can't. I have to go."