Said I Forgot

by BelleEpoque17

I can't remember where she came from, but she had eyes. Twin suns rising and setting in a brilliant sky. I never, never thought that I could fall like that, never knew such excruciating pain. I did not remember that she was dead.

I watched Rise again yesterday. Originally this wasn't going to be a fanfic, but I liked where it was going and decided to continue in the same vein. Whether it's from Kate or Castle's point of view is up to you. Please enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Castle; they only provide me with inspiration.

Dead. Dead people. The dead friends. It seems that the whole world is sleeping and I must move softly not to wake them. I wish I longed for them the way I used to.

Music drips into my ears. It is distant and probably imagined; it's like a slow-motion scene from a movie. The deep music is forcing my breath in and out of my lungs. The strains of a violin push and pull in and around my icy heart, pumping it full of blood, then draining again only to be refilled and repeat the cycle. Alive.

I'm awake again but I'm in a fog, exhausted and running on the last few slow-burning coals of adrenaline. The driver won't let me sleep. My eyelids are weighted down with a gravity that wasn't this strong yesterday - or even an hour ago. Blinding sun and brilliant colours are a thing of the past. I swim in pools of muddled blue and grey and red, flashing lights.

It sounds like someone is sitting beside me but I'm afraid to look. Rustles of breath, minor, shallow exhales, and a beating heart. I turn. His eyes are burning, I can see them. They're like flames from a candle dancing behind tinted glass. He said what you never did, so it wasn't you, it was just a stranger. You - you keep your eyes to yourself when the days grow darker.

I can't remember where she came from, but she had eyes like the man I won't turn to look at again. Twin suns rising and setting in a brilliant sky. I never, never thought that I could fall like that, never knew such excruciating pain. I did not remember that she was dead.

Hold me, please, I'm trembling; your hands find mine in the night. I know you're there, but I tremble at your touch. It's poignant and tender, soft and frail. Brains and hearts and blood. Hands. Fingers twisting endlessly. Eyes mourning, dreaming achingly, staring vacantly. Your hands in mine are lonely. I'll give you my heart, no one is there anymore.

Stay with me before I sleep; I want (need) to know that my heart's still beating, that I'm bleeding.

I said I forgot, but I did not.

End.