So yes, I cried. I cried, feeling slightly ashamed that I’ve invested so much into this show only to feel so hurt and then cried harder because I was crying and I felt ashamed for being so emotional about it. I was crying over Temperance Brennan. She does not even exist.
Except, in some ways she does. She exists in those moments where we feel like the loneliest person on the planet. Those moments where we feel like we’ve messed up beyond repair. Those moments where we feel like the best thing that ever happened to us is slipping through our finger — and it’s all our fault. She exists in hurt and hope and love and heartbreak. “I will show you fear and a handful of dust.” It’s THIS that makes me wonder if I can keep watching but also is the reason I know I’ll never be able to not watch.
Give Me My Remote Yes, this. A thousand times this about the existence of fictional characters.
