AN: Okay, this going to be a multi- chap. It's different from other stuff on here, but it's also not. You'll see what I mean. Anyway, constructive criticism is welcome, especially for this.
Disclaimer: Did Mr. Marlowe get his SAT score today? No? Then, I don't own Castle.
Preface
Kate stood out on the balcony, avoiding the party inside. She thought she could handle it, but she couldn't. She and Castle thought it would be a good to let their relationship be known during the party. Everything had been going fine, and Kate was having fun. That was,until she started hearing the whispers.
"That's her? Not much there."
"I thought he would pick someone more attractive."
"Look at her face."
"That scar is huge."
She excused herself from Castle's company, walking out onto the balcony, taking her champagne glass with her. She slowly sipped from the glass, trying to block the sounds of the chatter coming from inside. She could not believe she had been naive enough to think that everything would be alright. She had been foolish enough to think that everyone would accept her, scars and all. She knew it was stupid though. She was in the crowd where looks mattered and perfection was always trying to be obtained. She would not be easily accepted into their lives, since she was not like them. That's why Castle was so enamored with her. According to him, she was different and he liked that. He also thought she was beautiful. After the whispers that had been floating around though, Kate would beg to differ. While taking another sip of her champagne, she heard footsteps approach her. She turned around to see her boyfriend staring at her.
"Hey." Rick said quietly.
"Hey." She replied, making an attempt to smile.
"Are you okay?" He murmured, walking towards her. She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled a little.
"I'm all right."
"Doesn't look like it to me." He said, gently cupping her cheek. She leaned into his touch, and a genuine smile spread across her face. He was the only man who dared to touch that side of her face, the one with the scars. "You're beautiful, and don't let anyone tell you any different." He murmured, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
"Thank you." She whispered. It amazed her that he knew just what to say to her She sighed and closed her eyes, remembering the events that had brought them to that moment...
AN: Hopefully this gives you guys an idea without giving too much away. The title is subject to change. Anyway, constructive criticism is welcome.