I'm baaaaack! Sorry. Been struggling to get the final chapter of The Heat In the Jamaican Vacation finished, it's finally with my beta, Jen. Should be up soon.
In the meantime, I found this sitting on my iPad. I'l going to try and write some more of these. I saw the great man himself a couple of weeks ago on tour and he was just mercurial.
This is a tag for 8x24.
How long must I wait, for you to release me
I pay for each mistake, while you suffer in silence
I could still have an easy life, but the lie ain't worth the living
Once more will I hear you say
We might still survive, and rise up through the maze
If you could change your life, and never be the same
- Never Be the Same from Crowded House (1986)
Numb.
That was the only word she had in her vast vocabulary for it.
The feeling she'd had for so long had slowly but surely been chipped away, brick by brick, day by day; slowly and methodically by the man she'd given everything to - her mind, her body and hell, even her soul, if it existed beyond a myth. He had rescued her heart from an empty wasteland of loneliness it had resided in for too many years and given it a home, a life and a purpose. And then, suddenly, that horrible empty feeling was back again like wrench pulling through her very core, and the worst thing of all was that he was one that had broken her again.
Why- why- why- why-... The word circled around in her brain, worming its way into her frontal lobe.
She couldn't understand how Booth could do such a U-turn. He had seemed so happy.
Yet, she was torn. He hadn't left her. He told her he still loved her. He had a pain in his eyes every time he looked at her, but she couldn't see that truly through the veil of grief she'd had thrown over her face when she'd rounded the corner of their staircase two nights before. Dark terrible walls had been rebuilt. Walls that had taken a long time to knock down. This time she would protect herself at all costs.
In the meantime she had a daughter... and a life she needed to salvage, with him or without him.