It had been a cold, wintery-fall day. He had been home all day, writing. Beckett had told him that he needed to catch up on his writing, and that day was just going to be paperwork anyways. He had agreed sullenly, pouted, and kissed her on the cheek. The rest of the day had just been a blur of keyboards and black coffee, and he was really just ready for it to be over. When the doorbell rang, he had expected it to be the chinese food that he had ordered almost an hour previously. What he didn't expect was a group of solemn detectives with news that would change everything.
Her funeral was on a Monday. He didn't want to go, didn't want to see her like that. But he still put on a black suit, tied his tie, and made his way down the memorial like everyone else. Ryan and Esposito were sitting beside each other, in absolute silence. He could see tears pouring openly down Ryan's cheeks, and even Esposito's poker face couldn't mask the sadness in his eyes.
He had been asked to speak about her, but he refused. He didn't want everyone to see him at his weakest, and he knew if he got up to say something, his mouth wouldn't formulate any words. So he sat at the back, watching everyone talk about Beckett as though they knew her. But they didn't know her. Not like he did.
She had been going out for lunch, just walking down the street. Going to get some soup and a sandwich from the bistro down the street. Two shots from a silent, waiting sniper and she was gone. Dead instantly. After a quick investigation, they found out the sniper hadn't meant to hit her. He was only a teenager, panicking and upset. He had just let fire, and, realizing what he had done, ran from the scene. Castle didn't care. He was the one who had killed her. He just wanted him put away. But even when Ryan had told him that the boy was in jail for 10 plus years, he was still so, so angry. And he didn't know what to do.
He misses her. Everyday. He can never get used to waking up with a cold pillow beside him instead of her warm embrace. He thinks about all the things she's missing. All the things they could've done. He still wears a small chain necklace, everyday. Beckett's mother's ring hangs from it, slightly dull and worn, and another ring. A newer one, shinier, with a small diamond in the middle. One with the word "Always" engraved into the inside.
AN: I hope you all got the ending. This one was a hard one to write. It's for my friend Chloe, I hope she enjoyed it. R&R, love you all.