Kate stop !
A teardrop felt on Richard Castle's face.
No don't shoot her !
He walked slowly, a red rose in his hand, and put the wonderful flower on Kate's cold body.
One of his tears felt on her beautiful and fin face, and the writer's thumb rested some time more on her cheek when he wiped it.
The man was watching his reaction with a pure hate, and the bullet went.
He put away a curl from her face for the last time.
"This is too hard Kate... I can't do that... I can't just let you..."
and yet, he had to. He had to go on, for Alexis, for Martha, and for all who were loving him, just like he loved Detective Beckett.
He closed his eyes, a few seconds, to catch for a last time her smell of cherry.
He was screaming, running in her direction. She fell in his arms.
Some horrible flashes were coming back to him, more and more horrible; and he couldn't do anything to help the woman he loved.
It was over, everything was over. She was dead...
He was falling on the ground, taking Kate's head in his hands 'Please Kate... Breath !'
He glanced a last time at her and went back to his seat.
Alexis was there to.
Bloody hell... How did she do to keep calm ? She was a rock, a castle...
"dad... You're crying...'
She took him in her arms.
He needed her around him.
'Kate ! Speak to me !' He was crying, he couldn't see anything but her, she smiled and squeezed his hand with all her forces.
He missed her smile, her eyes so full of life were closed forever now, and she wouldn't finish his sentences by now.
He wouldn't bring her Chinese food anymore... It was over, she was dead...
'Rick... Squeeze me... Please... I'm cold' she breathed 'yes, yes... Breath, I hear the ambulance' and he squeezed her, again and again...
If he had arrived earlier, she would be still alive...
She would be angry with him about his last chapter...
But Nikki Heat had just died, and he hadn't have his favourite muse anymore...
'Kat ! Breath ! I love you Kate !' His voice was breaking, and Beckett's eyes were closing, slowly, as he was crying all his body's tears. And he could hear, even if she hadn't say it : 'I know castle, me to'.
He had just discover horror, hell, and it might be strange, but he wouldn't have to describe how it seems to be... Even in his books. Since by now, there would not be books anymore.
Kate's heart had just stopped, here, under his hand.
He had just felt his last beat.
Night and day, summer and winter, every second he'll look for. And when at least he'll found him... He would kill that bloody bastard. He would kill him little by little, step by step. He would make him suffer like he had suffer for her.
He kissed Kate's lips and stroke her cheek, then, seeing his tee-shirt and his hands full of her blood, he screamed. He could have swear he had been heard even where Kate was now.
He had kept his tee-shirt, and he had wash his hand less as possible for him to do.
It way a way for him to keep her alive sometimes more...
He was feeling destroyed...
'Why ? Why?'
Beckett's desk was now empty, and her cup was still there.
Nobody had succeeded to empty her desk, and himself couldn't find distracting to take her chair again...
No...
Not distracting at all. The only thing he was finding comforting was to drink his coffee in her mug, placing his lips exactly where she used to...
It remembered him there one and only kiss, keeping her around...
As close as possible...