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Disclaimer: I still don't own Bones. *pouts* :(

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Brennan's POV

I looked at his face, still so close to mine. I couldn't deny that this was what I had wanted, but still, for some reason it didn't feel right. This wasn't Booth. My Booth would never have done something like that. Once again feeling like I was losing him, the tears that had just started to dry up on my cheeks were joined by new ones. I leaned back and forced my arms to let go of him. He didn't talk as I stood up and grabbed the plastic bags on the floor, but when I reached out to pick up Angela's photo album off the bed, he put his hand over mine.

"Where are you going?" He asked, his warm brown eyes staring up into mine.

"I.. I can't do this. I just.. can't. Okay?" I whispered at him, hoping he'd understand.

He didn't. He kept staring at me, silently asking me to stay. Or to explain my reasoning to him, I still sucked at reading facial expressions.

"I thought I could do this, go through the past years with you. I thought every time you vaguely recalled something would make up for all the times you didn't, but it's not like that. I mean, we went through…two photos and I couldn't even handle that." My explanation started to turn in to rambling more and more with every word, but I couldn't find the power to stop talking. "I can't compartmentalize, Booth. I was sure I would be able to distance myself from all this and just help you, but it hurts." I saw Booth wince at my last statement, and was shocked to find myself strangely enjoying the knowledge that I might be causing him pain too. "It's worse than when you were dead, because you're still here, and I can't move on when you're still here." He looked confused, and I felt anger seeping through my sadness, but still couldn't bring myself to stop talking.

"Yeah, you pretended you were dead. You got yourself shot for me and then didn't even bother to tell me you were still alive! But I could compartmentalize then, I could move on, get over you. I'd practically forgotten you, and then you showed up again." The rambling had now turned into plainly flinging insults at him. "One moment, everything's fine, the next you're mad at me because I trusted your brother more than you, a few hours later you're telling me about your dad. How am I supposed to live with you?" I'd noticed his eyes darkening when I'd mentioned his father. Maybe I had crossed a line.

"What did I tell you about my father?"

"He drank. That's all you ever said about him. But this is not about him. This is about you, being an incredibly annoying, irritating jerk! You draw a stupid line, and expect me to hold me to it for years, but you can just erase it within a day because you have amnesia? How is that fair?" I knew I wasn't making sense. I couldn't blame Booth for having a brain tumor, and yet I did. It was silent for a few moments, as the 'annoying, irritating jerk' was assessing if I was done insulting him.

"Temperance, I'm so-" The half sentence was enough to turn my mood around again.

"Don't. Just, don't. This is not your fault. It's mine, I should've known the hallucinations were a sign of something more serious, and maybe all this wouldn't have happened if I'd thought of it."
"Don't blame yourself, no one could've known this was going to happen, okay? Come here." He said, motioning me with his arms to get back on the bed, causing another 180-degree mood turn.

"Booth, I told you. I can't do this. It's not sure you'll ever remember again, I have to move on. You should too. You've only known me for a day, right?" I said bitterly.

"Don't do this to me, Bones. I know I care about you, I'm sure about that."

"I did too, about you. I asked you to be the father of my child, for god's sake. You're not that person anymore. You're the you you were five years ago, and I'm not sure I like that version."

"Temperance, I will remember. I'm sure."

I was tempted to stay, I really was. But I convinced myself that walking away was the right thing to do, so I grabbed the plastic bags again and made my way to the door of his room.

"I loved you." I whispered as I walked through the door. I'm sure he heard.

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I was planning on writing at least 1-2 more chapters, but now I don't know anymore.. I could leave it at this. Opinions? :) *don't hate me, please* xD