Here's the final chapter. Thanks for those who have stuck with it.

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Chapter Five: Acceptance

Wiping the sleep from her eyes, Angela pushed down the covers and swung her legs over the edge of her bed. Stretching her arms and legs, she glanced at the clock and decided she didn't have enough time to have a shower. Making her way into her bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror, about ready to apply her makeup before her thoughts went haywire.

How could so much have happened but everything still appear the same?

Her life had changed dramatically in the last few months; being confronted by Grayson, breaking up with Hodgins, coming an inch close to quitting the best opportunity she'd ever been presented with; but to an outsider, she was just the same as she'd always been. Her hair was still the same dark brown colour, she still had that same tiny freckle on the right side of her nose, her eyes were still the same shade of brown.

You'd think if someone had been knocked around as much as she had, that they'd be left with some sort of a mark. Sure, she had the memories of the countless hours she spent crying, and smashing plates, and eating chocolates while watching romance films. She could remember everything she'd felt, everything she'd thought. She could regret things she had done and the things she hadn't done. But they're all on the inside.

Remember the saying: What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger ? What's the point in that if you have nothing to show for it. If you're in a car accident, you have the cuts and scars and bruises. But what are the physical implications of heartbreak? None. Because a heart cannot be broken; only crushed.

Shaking herself out of her wandering thoughts, Angela removed her makeup bag from the top drawer. Having been so long since she'd properly bothered with her appearance, it almost re-broke her heart when she lifted it out of the drawer. Beneath where her bag had been was a photo frame that held a photo of Jack and her at their 'almost wedding'. She'd forgotten that she'd hidden it in there, when she finally realised he wasn't returning home. It used to sit next to the basin, and she'd more or less forgotten that it even existed.

Once dressed and presentable, she made herself some toast and a cup of coffee.

She felt good this morning. She was no longer angry or upset with herself or Hodgins. It was good.

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Walking past his front door on the way to the laundry, Hodgins stopped. Stepping back a metre or so, he turned to face the entrance, a confused expression on his face.

Through the rippled glass windows framing the doorway, he could see a figure standing on his porch. Not moving at all; just standing.

After opening the door, Jack saw the person was faced away from him.


She spun around, her hands behind her back, utterly surprised as she had not even heard the door open or him approach her.

"Jack," she said a little sheepishly.

"How long have you been standing out here?" he queried.

She shrugged, "not long. Maybe, half an hour."

An awkward silence arose between the pair, neither sure what to say or what to do. It had been quite some time since it had been just the two of them alone; a bit of a shock after years of spending the majority of their time together.

"Why exactly were you standing out here for an hour?"

Bringing one of her hands in front of her and looking up into his blue eyes she has missed being able to get lost in, she presented him with a single white rose.

"I know we broke up. And I know you're probably trying to move on but I just have some things I need to tell you," she began, waiting for him to nod before continuing. "Normally I'm the one who gives people relationship advice. I'm the one who is all about emotions and those sort of things. But Brennan, she's been really helpful these past few weeks, months really. I've always known about the Five Stages of Grief, but it seems you're not able to realise you're going through them when you're the one going through them."

Sitting down on the porch steps, Hodgins joined her as she continued, "I've denied that we broke up. I was angry about it. I wrote you a letter, asking for you to take me back; though it seems you never got it. I was so upset that all I could bring myself to do was call in sick and sit on the couch watching depressing movies all day. Bren says the stage after that is acceptance. So it seems, right now, I should be accepting this situation. I should accept that we broke up, that we broke up for a reason, and move on. But now that I'm actually at this stage, I'm not ready to accept that. I don't want to accept that. I don't want to let you go because, honestly, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I miss you, God I miss you so much it hurts. So, that's why I stood here on your porch for half an hour, because I needed to tell you this but I didn't know if I could. The rose; you gave me one when I needed to know that we could be together, that we cold get through this. I though you deserved the same. Jack, please. Please just, take me back."

"Thank God," Hodgins whispered, cupping her face as he brought his lips to hers, bringing them not only together again physically, but in all other aspects as well.

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I have to tell you, this chapter was by far my favourite to write. Thanks for reading and I really hope you've enjoyed this story. Please review... I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

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