"I don't deserve her." Seeley's voice echoed loudly in the empty chapel. "They do. All of them. Angela, Hodgins, Zack. They need her."
Without Bones there was no team, no reason for any of them to keep on going. He'd seen it in Angela's eyes, the moment she realized Tempe wasn't coming back. She looked so lost, her face so full of fear and uncertainty. How could she just leave them like this? What were they supposed to do now that their Bones was gone? What would happen to the Jeffersonian? There was only one thing that was certain … it wouldn't be the same place without her.
He sighed, and watched sadly as the candles flickered. He wasn't sure exactly how long he sat there. It may have been minutes, or hours, but it felt like days.
Finally, Seeley managed to pull himself from the tired wooden bench, his long shadow stretching out behind him as he got to his feet. Wearily, he lifted his head (which, at that moment, seemed so heavy) and sent one final, desperate plea to God.
"I'd do anything," he cried. "I'd rip the heart from my chest if it meant she could have one more day on this Earth." Choking back a sob, Seeley raised his glistening brown eyes to the cross…waiting for some sign that his prayer had been heard. But, once again, there was only the thick deafening silence to comfort him.
Either way, he thought, I'm better off dead. A world without her…it's not worth living in.
"God, please….don't take the girl."