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She watched the clock ticking on her wall, her pulse racing along with her thoughts.
She missed him.
He was being distant and annoying lately, and it frustrated the hell out of her. She twirled the wine in her glass and stared at it, getting lost in the sanguine color. She didn't know how much she was hurting until she sat down and started reflecting on their 'relationship.'
What made it worse, was that she was finally starting to really open up to him.
"Damnit Rick." She let a few tears escape and make their way down her face, her heart throbbing with each deep breath she took. His smiles and morning coffee's, his crazy theories and childish remarks were things she had grown accustomed to.
They were some of the things she loved about him.
She had finally admitted it to herself, finally let herself buy into the fact that she was hopelessly in love with Richard Castle. But she wishes she wasn't, because damnit it hurts too much.
It honestly scared her, knowing that he had so much control over her. Kate Beckett didn't like being second in command, she was always in control of everything. And the fact that she had no control over her emotions for him, it scared her and made her want to crawl into a dark corner.
She'd already spent the last two nights crying over him, and she was never the one to cry. But under her gun and badge, she was just Kate.
She was just a girl.
She was emotionally crippled, and all she wanted was a relationship to go right. She used to listen to her mother read her stories about knights and princes, about princesses falling in love and living happily ever after.
Bullshit.
Her life has been nothing but a giant rollercoaster filled with hurt and lies.
She downed the rest of her wine and stared at his name on her contact list.
Her finger hovered over the call button, and she was so tempted to just hear his voice.
His rough, deep voice that always sent her heart into overdrive.
Maybe tomorrow she'd grow a pair and ask him to come over.
Maybe tomorrow they'd talk it all out and come to some sort of solution.
Maybe tomorrow she'd tell him she loves him.
But for now, she tossed her phone aside and pulled out her tequila bottle, because all she wanted to feel was numb.
Numb was better than a broken heart.
Kinda angsty isn't it? Well I hope you guys liked it! I'm really thinking about continuing this, and making it into just like maybe a two or three chapter thing. Let me know your thoughts! Andrew Marlowe and co. are driving me crazy with these last few episodes!
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-Talar