Title: Giving Up Your Ghost (1/1)Click here for fic index.
Characters: Original female character, Booth
Rating: K+ or PG
Notes: Written for a prompt by vanima_luhta at the bitesize_bones comment fic meme
Prompt: Booth/Someone Not Brennan, "You grace me with your cold shoulder/Whenever you look at me and wish I was her" (Adele, Cold Shoulder)
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Giving Up Your Ghost
Time is supposed to heal everything. Or so they say. Whoever "they" are.
That's a lie; one people tell themselves and their friends when they don't know what else to say.
You were honest with me from the start. It's just that I didn't know then what I know now: I can't compete with a ghost.
We tried. It wasn't enough. Don't blame yourself; you did the best a man with half a heart could do.
I'm not your partner; just your wife. It's not your fault you couldn't let me both.
You think I don't notice the disappointment that creeps over your face when you roll over in bed in the morning and look at me -- and realize I'm not her. If only your kindness and your goodness and your body were enough. They're not. I've discovered I'm selfish; I want all of you.
You wear your grief like skin, and I wish I could get underneath.
I didn't know your Bones, and I don't know where she is. Despite everything, I hope she comes back to you. A man as good as you deserves that.