(Author's Note: Hi guys. So this is my very first fanfiction story. If the title sounds confusing, it will eventually lead into a Clint Mansell song called "Together We Will Live Forever". That's coming towards the end though. No slash. And I greatly appreciate any reviews! Please review, because otherwise there isn't really a point for me to continue! And also, so I don't get sued, I don't own White Collar or anything related to it! Hope you like my first attempt at fanfiction!)
If there had ever been a time, it was now. Life was just no longer worth living without Kate, his beloved Kate. She was gone, cruelly disappearing when they were so close to being reunited. Why did he need to live anymore, when the one person who had understood him, knew the real him, was...dead?
Neal had been standing on the roof of the old, abandoned warehouse for at least an hour. Although in his head he felt perfectly ready to throw himself off of the top of the building, he would come to the edge and find that he just…couldn't. Something, seemed to pull him back, and he didn't know why. After repeating this cycle a couple of times, Neal finally let out a sound of frustration and sank to his knees, now a few yards from the edge of the roof. Why was this so hard? Now that Kate was- was dead, his reason for living was destroyed. Tears began to find their way down his pale but handsome face. As if in response, the sky, cloudy and dreary up until then, opened up, soaking Neal with freezing cold rain. The grief-stricken man ignored it though, and relived that horrible day, not for the first time.
The plane. It was standing there, carrying the love of his life. Kate had always joked about them being "soulmates", but in that moment, Neal honestly could have believed it. When he got on that plane…he and Kate would be reunited again, and they could start over and live their lives again. But Neal was tired of running. He always was, always would be. He turned to face Peter, those words on the tip of his tongue.
The flames. Explosions rocked the entire area, throwing Neal off balance. He remembered Peter catching him, holding him from running into the inferno. He remembered Kate disappearing before his very eyes, forever. He remembered the numbness that followed. He remembered realizing that he should have been on that plane.
Sitting in the thunderous downpour, Neal allowed the grief and despair take over his body, trembling as sobs shook him. "Kate…Kate." He murmured the name aloud, remembering her beautiful smile, those sparkling eyes.