Richard Castle stared at the love of his life, Kate Beckett, one last time before he doze off. Her pale skin glistened in the moonlight as the angelic figure that was her body rose and fell to the rhythm of her breathing. It was in these moments that he realized the weight of her words just one week before.
His brain took him back to that fateful day; the day that changed everything.
He looked around and took in the scene that he loved so well. He walked across their park to the swing set where she would meet him. The same lines were said, same sounds were heard, but the feeling in his heart as she said her answer always surprised him every time he remembered it.
He pulled back to the present, eyes fixed on the little silver band that showed the world she was his, always. Then he started letting himself slip into the oblivion that was sleep, but the sound of his fiancé coughing set him spinning back into reality.
"Are you ok?" he asked, sending a concerned look towards her. And when he did, he saw her whole body violently shake with every sound coming out of her mouth. When she tried to answer, but couldn't, he had a gut feeling something was terribly wrong. He had learned to trust those feelings as of late.
Rushing out of bed and hurriedly grabbing his shoes, he scooped her in his arms and ran out of the apartment and into the street.