Title: A Work In Progress
Summary: It's been three months since that fateful day, since Kate said no and walked away. It's time to make things right.
Pairing: R. Castle and K. Beckett
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle.
Words: 6270
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RC POV:
The loft had long since fallen into darkness, I couldn't be bothered to get up and switch on the lights, the only light was coming from a dim lamp in the corner of my office. Its gentle light falling short of illuminating me, I was enshrouded in darkness.
More metaphorically than anything else, it had been a very dark time for me.
And it was all because of her.
Kate.
She had meant the world to me and I had foolishly thought that I would be able to be everything that she needed, be able to make her happy. We had had our share of problems during the course of our relationship, but nothing ended a relationship quicker than a rejected marriage proposal and a flight to another city.
I had wanted to fight, to keep on trying, but in the end, I just hadn't been able to. My will to fight had evaporated the moment she had said no, told me that she had already accepted the job, that we were over.
We were over.
It had been a bitter pill to swallow; it still caught in my throat even now three months later.
I had thought that we were happy together, that we were working, that it was for the long haul, for always. I had meant it when I had promised her always; I wasn't one to make promises lightly. And neither was she.
She wasn't the easiest woman in the world, everything was a battle with her, but I had been willing to go to war with her for her.
Yet the moment something better came along, she immediately went after it. Always running, from one thing or another, it didn't matter what. It was who she was, nothing would change it, and I had thought that I could. But my delusions had been well and truly shattered.
My eyes drifted shut, sleep hadn't been coming easy to me since she left, most nights I couldn't even sleep in my own bed. I was constantly reminded that she wasn't there anymore when I did so, that she was gone, no longer a part of my life. The side that she had claimed lay empty. The bed was far too large, empty, for me now.
My eyes had been closed for all of a moment before her face flashed behind my closed lids.
I hated that it constantly happened; nothing I had done so far could keep her out of my mind. No rest from her even when I was trying to sleep, she was a constant in my mind, during my waking hours I couldn't stop thinking about her and everything that we had shared and that had happened, and during the evenings my mind conjured up images and memories of her.
Some I knew were nothing but dreams, yet they hurt the most. Dreaming about her moving into the loft, going on holiday together to some exotic island, getting married, her carrying our child, playing with our child, it was those dreams that hurt more than any memory could.
Well, except for her rejection when I proposed, that had been heart breaking and nothing would be able to change the fact that she had said no.
Getting to my feet, I made my way out of my office and straight out of the front door. I didn't have a destination in mind; all I knew was that I needed to escape from the loft where we had shared so much, that I needed some sort of distraction to distance my thoughts of her.
The elevator dinged, signalling its arrival. Staring at it for a moment longer, I stepped away turning instead towards the stairs. I didn't want to go down anymore; instead I wanted to go up. I fumbled with the lock on the door, eager to just get out onto the rooftop.
The rain hit hard and fast as I stumbled out onto the deserted rooftop, within moments I was completely soaked. My hair weighed down by the rain hung limply as my clothes got soak and clung to my now cold body.
I approached the ledge closest to me, my hands rising of their own accord to hold onto the fence that I had petitioned and paid for when Alexis and I had moved into the loft. I remember having been shown the loft and falling in love with it, thinking that it was perfect for the two of us, but when I had seen that the rooftop was open, I had almost walked away from the loft.
I had always been a protective father, sometimes too much so according to others. Alexis was the best thing that had ever happened in my life, and I never wanted anything to happen to her. So I had paid to have the rooftop completely fenced in.
I thought back to all the times I had been up here, thankful that not once had I been up here with Kate. This place was full of pleasant memories most of which involved Alexis. I had spent days writing in the sun up here when I couldn't escape to the Hamptons and doing summer science projects with Alexis.
Happy memories, memories of a time before Kate came into my life.
The first time I had seen her was vivid in my mind, I would never forget the night she had come waltzing up to me at my own event with a badge in hand. She knew how to make a first impression.
I stared out at the sea of lights before me from my vantage point as the rain poured down, blinking away the drops owlishly time to time. But the rain didn't bother me, if anything it was something that I welcomed.
When my hands started to get numb from the chilling cold, I made my way back to the stairs. My eyes were swollen, the rain having allowed me to get my pent up emotions out. My tears had mingled freely with the rain drops that had been cascading down my face, the two blending seamlessly together.
I tracked water in, not caring that I was getting the nice tilling of my floor wet. As I approached the door to my home, something caused me to look away from my feet and towards the door instead.
Kate.
She was here…
Phone pressed to ear, staring at the door intently.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I had never been able to stop staring at her, most of the times I hadn't even realized that I had been staring. But once I looked at her, it took an almost physical strength to stop, to pry my eyes away from her.
I must have made some sort of sound, although what it could have been I had no idea, the only thing that existed in this moment was her.
Our eyes met, her entrancing green holding mine captive.
I knew I was staring this time around; forcefully I tore my gaze away from her. Looking back down at my feet again, as my mind became a whirlwind of thought, yet it returned to the same thought over and over again.
She was here.
She was right in front of me, mere feet away from me for the first time in three months.
"Rick."
Her voice was gentle yet thick with emotion, my name had never sounded so intimate and tender before. I couldn't stop myself from looking back up at her; she was facing me completely, her eyes swimming with unshed tears.
She looked pleading and earnest.
The expression on her face served as a sharp reminder to me, a reminder of just what had happened between us. Of what I had been going through these last three months since she left.
Anger, hurt, bitterness, rejection, confusion, everything came rushing into my body in that moment threatening to knock me off of my feet as I stared at her. Laying eyes on her for the first time in three months, the last time I had seen her was the day I had proposed. The day she had turned her back on me, rejected not only the proposal, but me and what we had.
"Rick please let me explain." She pleaded her tone urgent.
But her words fell on deaf ears; I had no need for an explanation. It was simple enough to understand, in typical Kate Beckett fashion she had fled, no longer blissfully happy with me and our relationship. I didn't need her to go into detail, the mere fact that she had turned her back on me, on us, was painful enough already.
I stepped past her, shoving my key into the door. I wanted to get away from her, as far as possible, seeing Kate did nothing to ease my pain, it just made it even worse. I had to get away from her.
I pushed the door closed forcefully, leaning against the solid wood with my back. It was the only shield I now had between her and me.
The last three months had not been kind to me; I had been lonely for most of them, what with Alexis off on her trip and mother gallivanting around. The 12th was no longer an option for me, even though Gates had offered to let me stay on when Beckett left, I just couldn't be there. Not with the knowledge that she would never be there again.
The boys had called, inviting me to join them on cases, trying to cheer me up with boy's night out and such. But, the truth is that they had always been her friends first and nothing was going to change that even with her moving to DC. Everyone had tried to make it better for me, even Lanie.
Yet I couldn't bring myself to move on, to see them and spend time with them, knowing that she wasn't going to show.
She had consumed every part of my life, I could barely even write more than a handful of words before my thoughts drifted to her. Wondering if she would read my next book, what she would think of the characters, the plot, everything about my life revolved around her in some way or another.
Even coffee, I hadn't had a cup of coffee in more than two months.
I could hear her shuffling on the other side of the door, naturally I was curious as to what she was doing but I wouldn't give into my curiosity. Instead, with a ramrod back and head held high, I stepped away from the door.
If only this anger and sudden pride had come sooner to me, maybe then I would have already been over her. Able to move on with my life, have the ability to look her in the eye and not have to give in to the urge to flee. To run away, that was her way of dealing with things not mine.
I was a forgiving man, I knew that I wasn't perfect and I would never be perfect but I could be kind and generous. I knew that many had taken advantage of my nature over the years, using me for one reason or another, and for the most part I had never truly minded. But Kate had done it one too many times now.
Truth is I would have followed her to DC if she had been honest with me from the start. If she had told me about the interview, I would have been supportive because I knew that there was no way that she wasn't going to get it. I would have packed up my life here in the city that never sleeps, and just followed her.
I would have given anything and everything, willingly, if it meant that I could be with her. She was all that I had ever wanted, just her, nothing else mattered but her.
But she had kept it a secret and had lied to me about everything, and turned everything around when I had found out the truth to make it seem as if though it was my fault. I hadn't handled things as well as I could have, I knew that now, but then I had been so hurt and angry at her for the lies and secrets.
Lies and secrets, I had had more than enough of them to last me a life time. I had thought that when we got together that there would be no lies or secrets between us, but that had been foolish of me. I had done a lot of foolish things it would seem, some days I had found myself regretting ever having meet her when the depression of her departure and the rejection of her refusal to marry me truly set in.
I leaned against the wall, still soaking wet and shivering, I didn't have the strength to continue on. I had no strength or will to move on from her. Nor did I have the strength to drag myself even further in to the loft, instead I slid down against the wall into a heap on the floor.
My eyes locked on the door.
I had closed the door between us this time.
It was for the best at least that was what I was trying to tell myself, that it was for the best to have a clean break from her. That she would only hurt me again if I let her in. It already hurt so much, I was certain that I wouldn't be able to take much more and remain sane.
"Always…" The word slipped from my mouth unconsciously.
Only to echo into my strangely empty mind.
I gripped my knees tighter to my chest, lowering my head to rest on them. The word that seemed so juvenile at times truly meant a lot to me, it had been my way of saying what I had been unable to voice for so long. I had been determined to always be there for her no matter what, as a friend, partner, lover, anything. I had been willing and eager.
Perhaps I had been too willing and eager.
I was lost in my own world when I heard the door opening; I couldn't even bring myself to look up at the sound. All I wanted right now was to stay this way, to remain lost in my thoughts by myself. In my own little world, where I could hide away from everything and everyone, not have to face anything that I didn't want to.
Not have to face her.
Her foot falls were gentle, soft on the tiled floor, yet everyone rang out loudly in my ears. I absently noted that they were cautious, timid, which was so very much unlike her.
I felt her sitting down next to me, still so very silent. I had had a lot of silence lately; it was one of the consequences of spending all of my time alone.
She remained perfectly still next to me.
The scent of cherries surrounded her like usual, it was a scent that I had loved, now though it just felt like another knife to the heart.
Swallowing hard, I forced myself to man up. To stop cowering away, I could do that later when I was alone. Whatever she was here for couldn't possibly take too long, hopefully. And once she left, like she always does in the end, I would raid the kitchen for a strong drink.
Or several strong drinks.
I kept my eyes trained ahead of me, focusing on the artwork before me; I wouldn't look in her direction. If I did, I knew that I wouldn't be able to stop looking, and that my words would be lost.
"Why are you here?" I asked, my voice sounded raspy and rough even to my own ears.
"I'm meant to be here, here and not somewhere else, not anywhere else." Her voice was soft, tender and gentle.
But the note of determination in it reached even my ears, her words though felt hollow. She had left and nothing was ever going to change that, no amount of apologies and heartfelt explanations. No amount of determination on her part to set things right was going to change the fact that she had left, or simply erase the last three months of pain and longing.
Bitterness was quick to swell within me at her words, her previous rejections a driving force for it.
"I doubt that." I muttered through clenched teeth.
The urge to rage against her for daring to even show her face was swelling up in me just as surely as the bitterness was, but I had never been one to give into anger. Preferring instead to be a calm and approachable person, this time though I felt no such need. I had spent three months longing and hating her, still in love with her, memories and fantasies colliding within my mind, three long months were just her very existence was a constant source of torment for me.
If something wanted out, it was getting out, be it anger or tears.
"Rick, I know I made a mistake. I know that." Her voice was soothing, that determination still lining her voice. "And I'm sorry, so sorry, but we can try again. I can try again, please just give me another chance. I can make this up to you."
Staring ahead blankly, her words reaching my ears easily but I couldn't listen to them any longer. A mistake was how she viewed what she had done, to me, to us, yet to me what she had done was to smash my heart into pieces and betray me more than anyone else ever had. This was no simple mistake to me.
It wasn't something that I could just casually get over, shrug my shoulders and smile while saying all is forgiven. Nothing about this entire situation would ever be forgiven.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see her mouth moving, forming words, but I heard none of them. A low buzzing filled my ears, I felt disconnected, numb. I blinked slowly, each time it was harder to open my eyes than before. I felt a shiver go down my spine; I absently realized that I was still soaking wet from my little trip up to the rooftop.
I felt her grabbing a hold of my arm, dragging me to my feet, I stumbled uselessly. Curling in on myself as much as possible while standing up, her tight grip on my arm brought me back to reality. She was leading me further into the loft, her grip on me not faltering for even a moment.
Stepping into my bedroom with her had my senses on high alert; I could remember the last time we had been here together. Everything had been perfect for me, we had been happy together or so I had foolishly believed, but she hadn't been happy. What we had had together hadn't been enough for her.
I hadn't been enough for her.
I turned to look at her, staring at her face. She was still beautiful to me now even after everything that she had put me through. I realized at that exact moment that I would always love this woman, that I would always be hopelessly in love with her, and that nothing would make me stop loving her.
"Why?" I spoke quietly yet in the silence of the loft, it felt loud.
"What?" She asked quietly, turning to face me and looking into my eyes, as we stumbled our way through the bedroom and into the bathroom.
"Why?" I repeated slowly, trying to gather my thoughts. "Why did you… Why wasn't I…?"
I trailed off, my brow furrowed as I tried to voice what I was thinking. Normally words came easy to me, sometimes I battled to say what I needed to when it was personal, but the words always came to me. Yet, now I couldn't even piece together a single sentence, a question that I desperately needed to hear the answer of.
"Not now, first we need to get you warmed up." She muttered quietly, not meeting my eyes as her fingers started to unbutton my shirt.
I stared down at her, knowing that I was staring but not caring, I needed to know. I had to know what it was that I didn't do and what it was that I could have done to make things better. To make her want to stay, but I was afraid of what the answer could be.
That maybe there was the possibility that I wouldn't have been able to do anything, that no matter what I had tried it just wouldn't have worked. That I just wasn't enough no matter what.
I grabbed a hold of her hands, pulling them away from my body. I looked away from her, before glancing back at her and taking a step away. I needed to put some space between us, some distance. She had always been the one who needed space and distance, time to think about things, now I needed some space.
I needed some very literal space from her.
"Get out." My voice was tense, strained.
But the message was delivered, her eyes dropped to the floor but not before I saw pain flash across her face. I felt a strange sort of vindictive satisfaction at seeing her in pain, at having caused her pain. When the moment passed, I felt sick.
I felt sick to my stomach at myself.
I had never been the type to enjoy or be pleased at someone else's pain. I felt nauseated with myself; she left the bathroom without another word, closing the door behind herself. I made no move to stop her or even attempt to say something, just standing quietly as she made her way out of the room.
With a sigh, I turned on the hot water in the shower before stripping off my wet clothes. The water instantly warmed me up; I leaned against the tiles, closing my eyes as the hot water pounded down on me relentlessly. With my eyes closed, my thoughts started to run rampant again.
Several long minutes later and I finally got out of the shower, drying off roughly with a towel. The steam was fogging up the room only to rush out when I opened the bathroom door. I hastily got dressed, trying to stop thinking about her and what could have happened tonight if I hadn't told her to leave, to push her away.
But I couldn't stop my thoughts; she was constantly on my mind. Once I was dressed, I made my way out of the room heading to the kitchen; I wanted something warm to drink. A nice cup of hot chocolate would be perfect right now.
I stumbled to an abrupt stop when the living room came into sight, she was still here. I stared at her for a few moments, not able to comprehend her presence. I hadn't thought that she would still be here; the possibility after I told her to leave had been non-existent to me.
I shook my head, my jaw clenching as words of anger wanted to spill from my mouth at her. But I held it in; I made my way to the kitchen. My hands unsteady as I went about making hot chocolate for myself, several spills later and I finally had a cup of hot chocolate. Turning around, I almost dropped the cup as I saw her standing by the counter.
There were bags under her eyes, she looked like she had lost weight since the last time I had seen her, her hair was dull and limp. It looked like she wasn't taking care of herself, a lump formed in my throat at the thought of her not taking proper care of herself. Not caring about herself or her health.
I wanted to say something, to ask her about it, but I couldn't do it. It was no longer my place; I had no say in her life. She had made that very clear to me the last time we had talked, it was her life as she had repeatedly emphasised to me. It was something that I had hated, that I had fought against, but in the end I didn't, couldn't, make her see my point of view in the slightest.
I had never been able to get her to see that things were meant to be about us, not just about her, trying to change her mind about anything was impossible. She was very stubborn when she wanted to be, downright impossible at times. There were very few things that could change her mind, over the years I had managed it only a handful of times.
The small amount of hope that had reluctantly settled into my chest at some point since I had seen her tonight had dimmed at my latest train of thought. I was determined to ignore it completely; I had no need for false hope.
"Rick please." Her voice was thick with emotion and the remnants of tears.
Her eyes were red and puffy from having cried, I stared into them for a moment. Wanting to comfort her but another part of me, just wanted to push it aside and ignore it. I had my own pain to deal with; I couldn't still take on hers, especially considering the fact that she was the one who had caused all my pain in the first place.
"I don't think there is anything left to say anymore." I said quietly.
"But-"She started, determination blazing in her eyes.
"Enough Kate!" I shouted out loudly, finally losing my temper.
I tossed the cup of hot chocolate carelessly into the sink, the sound of breaking glass being completely ignored by me.
"You left, lied to me, kept secrets. You made your choice and got the final say." I growled out between my teeth. "So don't come here, into my home after three months of nothing on your side, after rejecting me and then tell me what I have to do."
"Please." Her voice was soft, her hand reaching out to me.
I stared at her for a long moment, trying to decide what was for the best here. We were over; I knew that, there was only so much even I could take, and I had finally reached my limit. But I was still desperately, foolishly, in love with this woman. And nothing would ever be able to change that as I had realized earlier that evening.
She was everything to me, even if we weren't together; she still meant so very much to me. She had such an incredible hold over me, both directly and indirectly, she consumed me thoroughly.
I would never be able to get over her but perhaps some closure, no matter how minimal, would be better than none at all. And she was the only one who could give me that.
With a resigned sigh, my shoulders hunched as I stared at the ground, swallowing my angry and bitter words, I gave a single nod. Let her say her piece, some closure could only help me and if worse came to worse, I doubted that I would be able to hurt any more than I already did over everything.
"This was something that I had never imagined happening for me before, this job was more than I thought I would ever be able to achieve in my career." Her voice was soft and steady, easily reaching my ears. "And I wanted it so badly Rick, a new purpose, a grander achievement. It was everything I thought it would be, but DC isn't my home."
"I don't belong there, I don't belong somewhere were you aren't. I was clouded by my ambition, by the opportunity, I know that now. I just wanted it. And it cost me the one thing I wasn't willing to pay."
"I know I'm not the easiest person, that I can be difficult. Keep things close to my chest and just, not share. I know that, but with you, I want to share. I want to open up. You were right that day on the swings, you do deserve more."
"You could find some beautiful uncomplicated woman in the blink of an eye who would love you fiercely, who wouldn't be as difficult as I had been. But I know that neither one of us will ever be able to move on, not you and certainly not me."
"Just let me make it up to you, give me another chance. I promise that you won't regret it, won't regret me. Please Rick, I can make it alright again, just let me."
As she spoke, her voice gained confidence, capturing my attention even more. I stared at her face, taking in her eyes, the slight flush to her cheeks. She was determined, fierce and believed everything that she was saying. She was willing and ready to jump back in.
Both feet this time it would seem.
But I couldn't say the same about me, her words no matter how passionate they were, would never be able to take away the hurt that I had been experiencing for the last three months. The ache of her rejection sat heavily on my chest, only slightly loosened by her words. Yet, cynically, I wondered if it would ever disappear if I were to give into what she wanted.
What she wanted…
It was always about her, about her needs and wants. Her life, her decisions, and her options. I was startled out of my thoughts as her hand landed on my arm but I pulled away from her touch abruptly.
"It's your life, right?" The words that had been bouncing around my mind found their way out of my mouth.
"Rick please, I was foolish. Scared, just…" She ended with a quiet sigh, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "I made a mistake that was one of them, it's our life. Not just mine, I know that now, please believe me."
"Three months of nothing, after rejecting my offer of marriage, the lies and betrayal, and you think that just showing up at my doorstep with a few words is going to fix everything?" I asked incredulously, staring right at her.
And it was true, she had probably expected me to forgive and forget everything that had happened, to just jump into this thing with her again. To be willing, willing to accept an apology and just be glad to have her back in my life.
But, I had changed over the last three months.
I would have welcomed her back with open arms and a forgiving heart before and be willing to forget about the pain that she had put me through. But this wasn't one of those times.
Too much time had passed, too much had happened.
"Rick…" Her voice was unsteady, confusion clear on her face.
A puppy could only be kicked so many times before it snapped at its master's hand, and I had reached my limit. I had been her puppy willing to accept whatever she would give me, taking anything and everything that she tossed my way and savouring it, pleased with it. I had been right that day at the swings, just like she said, I had been right.
I did deserve more.
"You right, I was right. I do deserve more." I voiced quietly, feeling determination and resolution filling me for the first time in a long time.
The last time I had felt this determined about anything, I had gotten down on one knee with a ring in my hand before this woman and had proposed.
But that had been three months ago.
"No wait, Rick, please… I…" She was floundering, lost at sea because she hadn't been prepared for this.
She wasn't prepared for me to stand up for myself, to have an ounce of self-worth. She had truly expected me to just welcome her back, to let the past be the past and just tell her that everything was okay and forgiven.
She fumbled with something in her pocket, her hands clumsy as she stumbled down onto her knees before me. Her hand finally leaving her pocket, I noticed a flash of gold in her hand for a moment before she held out a gold band to me.
"Marry me?" She asked her eyes pleading with me, her lip trembling as she stared up at me and my undoubtedly shocked face.
I stared at her, not understanding what was happening in this moment. She had come armed with a speech, willing to take my harsh words, and now at my refusal to accept her apology, she was on her knees before me holding out a ring and asking me to marry her.
"Kate?" I asked, hoping that she would help me to understand just what was going on here.
"Rick, the moment I got on that plane I knew that I had made a mistake. Hell, the moment I said no. When you get a hold of something good, of that special someone, you never meant to let go. But I did, I've regretted it every day since then. You, Rick, are my special someone, my one and done."
"I promise to be here no matter what, to keep on trying to earn your forgiveness, to be the woman that you deserve. I love you, am in love with you, and that will never change."
"Will you marry me?"
I stared down at her, my mouth agape as my mind churned to a halt. I didn't know what to think. It seemed so sudden, there was so much that we hadn't talked about, I wasn't even certain if I would ever be able to forgive her for what she had done. And yet, here she was before me.
On her knees, a ring in her hand, asking me to marry her.
Kate Beckett was many things; most of them were good qualities yet some not so much. I had never expected for her to be the one to ask such a question of someone, of me.
Especially not after everything that had happened.
We locked eyes, hers telling me everything that I needed to know in this moment.
There was a lot that we had to work through, a lot that had to be talked over, forgiven. But as she knelt before me, her heart in her expressive eyes as she stared up at me, I knew that there was only one real answer that I could give her.
There had never been another option; there would never be another option for me.
She often drove me mad with her stubbornness, her little quirks sometimes made me want to pull out my hair, her lack of being enthused by the latest game had me rolling my eyes at her and heaving a suffering sigh. I could live with those things.
The one thing that I couldn't live without though, was her.
"Yes." My voice was rough, emotions swelling up within me that I couldn't name. "Yes, I'll marry you."
This wouldn't just magically fix everything though, hard work and determination was needed for that, the will to want to fix it though still lingered inside of me. And it was getting stronger and stronger with every moment that passed.
I had realized tonight that she was the only woman I would ever love, the only woman that I ever wanted to love in this way.
And as long as that was true, I was more than willing to keep on trying.
The pain of the last three months would ease, the sting of her previous rejection already soothing over at her own proposal, we would be okay.
I would be okay as long as she was with me.
Not only would I be okay though, I would be happy. We would be happy together.
She got to her feet, the relief at my acceptance making her unsteady. I reached out to help steady her; it wasn't even a conscious move on my part. Already I was healing, everything was because of her.
She was the only one who could break my heart yet she was also the only one who could fix it, mend it.
Kate.
"I love you." She whispered to me, her eyes staring into mine as she slid the band onto my finger.
I stared down at our clasped hands between our bodies, hers looking small as they tangled with my larger ones. We fit though; we always had, like two pieces of a puzzle.
She made me complete, she made me whole. I had always been the sappy one between the two of us, the romantic. I wouldn't have it any other way.
"What now?" I asked softly, staring down at the gold band on my finger.
"I'm home, we home. I think it's time for our happily ever after." She breathed quietly, her finger swiping over the ring gently.
"Here?" I asked wanting clarification, certainty, to know that we were on the same page.
"Yes, here." She answered firmly, before her voice softened to that tender tone that could melt me from the inside out. "Always."
"Always." I answered, promised back, looking into her eyes.
She was my always.
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AN: In typical Castle fashion the finale was another fantastic episode but I could do without the cliff hanger. I will surely be mad by the time the next season starts up, why couldn't they just let her answer him before ending it?!
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