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Kate just realized something: He had changed her life. He just had written a different ending, he had just renewed the path that outstretched in front of her…
Wait, was that true?
Thinking about it, she reclined her statement in mind. It all was different.
Things had changed.
Her life.
The future.
Their future maybe?
But Castle didn't change it, she did.
Because of him.
Because he was there, mocking her, holding her, annoying her, loving her.
Castle came to her life and changed everything, got through her wall, you might say.
Slowly she had fallen for him, his personality, his charm, his big boyish heart.
He was never just the writer, for Beckett he was the muse too. Her inspiration to desire a life in freedom,and without him she had been on a permanent life-writing block, stuck in the same motion of grief about her mother's murder forever.
At this point Kate realized, that they were so much writers and muses in the world and for that there always was hope.
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