Disclaimer: I do not own the song "No Good In Goodbye"or any recognizable characters and dialogues from Castle.

Where's the "good" in goodbye?
Where's the "nice" in nice try?
Where's the "us" in trust gone?
Where's the soul in "soldier on"?
Now I'm the low in lonely
Cause I don't own you only
I can take this mistake
But I can't take the ache from heartbreak.

"I was shot in the chest, and I remember every second of it."
No. No, no, no, no, no. Everything around him was fading away, the people on the other side of the glass seemed so far away.
"All this time," he breathed to himself, as he felt his heart break into little pieces, "you remembered?"

She knew, and yet she said nothing. She looked him in the eye and lied to his face for nine months. Richard Castle turned and strode out of the observation room, oblivious to his surroundings. He walked past the desk he had sat by for the past four years, past the still warm coffee that sat near her computer, as though mocking the distance he was putting between himself and her.

A storm of rage, betrayal, hurt and sorrow raged inside him, threatening to rip his very being to shreds. How could she have done this to him? If she had only told him that she didn't feel the same, he would have understood. He would have accepted it and gone back to being her friend and partner.. Or at least, he would have tried. But in trying to let him down easy, or whatever the hell she thought she was doing, she had hurt him.

He was miserable as he let himself into the silent loft. He made a beeline to his office and shut the door behind him, pausing only to grab a bottle of scotch and a glass. Alexis would be home soon, and he did not want her to see him like this. A closed office door usually meant he was writing, and she would not disturb him there.

He sighed deeply as he sank into his chair, pouring himself a generous glass of the scotch. He tossed back half the glass in a single gulp, wincing as the scotch burnt his throat on its way down. But the burn was nothing compared to the mind numbing pain of his heartbreak. Kyra had walked away from him. He had been left to lick his wounds by both his ex-wives, their numerous affairs making him question his manhood. Every woman since then had been a fling, only interested in his bank balance and media presence, not the real him. And he had learned to live with these shallow relationships, as they were much better than to get hurt again, to be left behind again. And then, she had come into his life. Detective Kate Beckett.

At first she had been just another conquest, a challenge. But then she had intrigued him and amazed him with the depths of her wit, strength, intelligence and heart. And he had fallen again. Harder, far far harder than he ever had before. He had truly believed that she was his one and done. The love of his life. So he waited for her. Through Sorenson, Demming and Josh, he waited for her to realise that he was there for her and that he was more than just her partner. To realise that he loved her with all his heart.

He had fought and clawed for every inch for a foothold in the walls she had built around herself. He brought her coffee everyday and allowed a spark of hope to burn in his chest every time she flirted with him, bantered with him or confided in him. And just when he thought that he might finally have a chance, she had crushed his hopes, his feelings, his heart, all in the space of a few words she had spoken without knowing he was listening.

In those few seconds, she had managed to do what no one, not even Kyra Blaine had done. In those moments, Katherine Beckett had broken him. And it hurt so, so much. The silent tears cascading down his face were a testament to that. The one person he had believed would never let him down, had done just that. And to think that he had almost confessed his feelings for her, before Ryan had interrupted him.

Anger washed over him, a tsunami of emotion inundating his pain, stinging like salt water in a paper cut. He knew he was not perfect. He knew that he had made his share of mistakes but he had always been there for Kate, been true to her. When she took off for 3 months, when she came back and told him she needed time, he was ready to wait, ready to give her the time she needed to heal.

He damn well did not deserve what she had done. So now he was done waiting for her. It was time to move on. He would still go to the 12th precinct, but that was only for the work he did there, work which gave his life meaning. Not for her. Or so he would tell himself. She would get what she wanted, a partner. No more and no less, he thought, as the last of he scotch made its way down his throat.

Rick Castle, the man in love with Kate was done. Just done.

So there we go. Read and review people! and please let me know, should I make this a two-shot with KB POV next or a multi chapter story...?

~ Rey =]