Numbness Between Shoulder Blades

First Fanfic. One more.


Well, here are the first fic I write, how exciting:) Hope you like it. It takes place after The doctor in the Photo, but I guess Abreise already seen all, if not you live in a cave * LOL * I hope you like it. Mollie
Bones -------------------------------------------------
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Seeley Booth:

I'm fragile, I feel small, and above all, I feel stupid when I'm by your side. I'm a hypocrite for doing things well. I looked for reasons where there were none to tell me what was wrong sentíay. I can not try to fix things, because you now are happy, and for me it's fixed everything superficially. Not again to follow your advice to ignore the heart, everything went upside down, the best thing is going to be idiots to ignore my feelings.

I think the best I could do right now is disappear, and no longer the world, if not your life, because all they do is obstruct it. Because I love you Joseph Seeley Booth! and I've noticed that you're the only one in the world to me. You look at other people, but can not find you.

I miss those moments when we were colleagues, when we were friends and we left everything else behind. But then came the failed kisses, Embarrassment and the journey we undertook two to think more than anything else, that I screwed up everything.

I feel guilty I told you no. Since that night he did not want to walk through the door, we were honest with each other.

I've often thought about leaving, of going back to a lost island, and definitively, but I realized that would not be able. Were 7 months and despair, longing to hear your voice, feel your warmth, wanting to have another one of those hugs from teammates, and I know it would not be able to live without those things.

Booth, know that I love, but I assume gradually that there are almost no possibility that you feel the same, but what most miss is the Booth friend, companion was always there by my side.

I pick up my bones, and even that hurts, because you always have called me Bones, but it seems that even now you've forgotten.

need to come back to me, that the world once again be as before.

Your Bones, Temperance.

Brennan opened the drawer of his bedside table and put the paper carefully. This was not just another of the millions of letters he escribíaa Booth and certainly never read llegaríaa.