Hi to all of you:)
I had this idea tonight at 12h, and it's 1am.. I'm tired and this isn't my first language so I'm very sorry for all the mistakes. They are all mine!
I had enough idea to continue this story, hope that you'll like it! I know that's a little chapter but I know what I'll put in the next and hope that someone would be interest to read the rest of it:) Like and reviews are appreciate:)
Oh, one last thing, I do not own Castle and the characters.. They're all propriety of Andrew Marlowe and ABC.
New York city, Rick
I was watching the news and.. okay, I wasn't ''watching'' the news, I was a little bit distract, but I swear I heard the girl said Kate Beckett. I watched her more intensely, trying to understand what she was saying. But my mind was out of here, searching what SHE was doing. The last news I had she was still there, far away from me, taking risk for her job. Without me to protect her.
I took my head between my hands and sighed, closing my eyes. I thought that it was my imagination but my heart was already hurt. I knew that if anything happen I couldn't be there to protect her. With another sigh I took my glass. I looked at the window, it was raining. Like in my heart, I thought sadly.
I thought of the first time we met, the first time we kissed, I was already all hers. After the first case we had together she already teases me. I was such an idiot, I can see it now. I knew how bad she wanted me to leave. Right now I don't know if it wouldn't be a better idea.. No. definitely not. All these years to follow her, to learn, to love. These moments with her were so amazing. I still remember all our firsts.
Her beautiful hairs, her eyes, her personality, I was without word. And for a writer that's not good. She said that to me, one time. Before. Before all of this happened. Before she just got a plane without telling me, before she took this fucking interview. Before she just don't answer my proposition and leave without a word.
''All I could think about is you, I just want you.'' I hoped so badly that is was still that, but knew that now I was the only one to think like that. I drank all the scotch.
Washington DC, Kate
I was still there on my couch, a glass of wine in one hand, a Nikki Heat book in the other. I looked at the dedication, thinking about the man who wrote it. I thought that it'll be easy to hide. But it wasn't. Every single day, many times by day I thought about him.
I thought about how cruel I was with him. One more time hiding because I tought it was better. One more time wanting to change the past. One more time crying over a book and a glass of wine. All I wanted was a moment where I can think, but I just leave without saying a word. Already over thinking. I didn't realize what I was doing before I was in a plane, leaving New York for Washington.
I called Captain Gates to let her know that I was already in my new place. I didn't call Castle. Every day I thought about that, my finger on his picture, ready to call. But I didn't know what to say and each day it was worse. What can I said after leaving him like that? What can I said after those days without calling him? I have no idea what I was going to make him understand. I couldn't understand myself.
Each night thinking about him and not knowing what I would do. I tried to stop my tears and go to bed. I put my phone on my desk and thought tomorrow will be an other day. A single tear come down.