After a very long, and I mean LONG, absence from Fan Fiction (years), I've decided to give myself another shot at writing stories. This is my very first Castle Fic so guys please be patient and understanding. Hopefully, the flow of writing will come back to me. This idea came to me after listening to Papa Roach's song called Night of Love. Enjoy!

He sat with a paper cup in his hand. Time seemed to stand still for him, frozen at this very point in time. He heard things but wasn't very sure what he heard. There was the occasional sound of the speakers asking for doctors to call the main office, or families silently whispering prayers of hope to whatever God they believed in. Nurses, doctors and families all seemed to be moving at lightning speed, trying to find answers to the most heart-stopping situations.

Not him.

His reflection revealed defeat. He was tired of this life. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to continue living on like this. Sure, without this life he wouldn't be who he was. The playboy persona was getting old; it wasn't what appealed to him anymore. He needed to be better, better than any person he could ever dream of; fame and money wasn't enough. They were necessities sure, but it wasn't what made his life so enjoyable. No, there were other things, other people he could think of to fill that need. He sighed, letting out a breath that he was sure he'd been holding for a while.

He hated this place; it gave him too much time think. He hated right now. All he could think about were the events that led them to this point on time. How could he ever forgive himself for what happened? With shaky hands, he raised his cup to his chapped lips. Slowly, the cold coffee made its way down his throat, making it the millionth time he wished there was something better to drink. This wish wouldn't make it enough for him to leave, it wasn't important. Slowly, robotically, he glanced at his watch.

4:35 AM

'Great, another 24 hours', he thought. He slowly peeked at the white room in front of him. He watched hopelessly, wishing that his eyes would register any kind of movement, even if it was a subtle one. After a few minutes, he gave up. She wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, but it didn't hurt to keep an eye out for any improvements. Any sign of life would just make his day feel a little better.

He slowly rose and took small strides to the other side of the hallway. He looked at the trash can in front of him and tossed his now crumpled and empty cup inside. Looking down the hall, he spotted a window. His tired feet dragged him to it, providing some kind of view of what the world was like. Did it change in the last week and a half? He hasn't been able to enjoy the warm summer air, fearing his departure from this place would signify her departure from this world. His hands balled up into fists, arms against his body, and eyes staring at the bleak world before him. So much has happed in the last few months and he wonders if fate had somehow punished them for what they had done. Why was fate so cruel? Why was destiny trying to interfere? She may not believe in magic or soul mates, but he believed in it. He thought fate has a funny way to bring this together, no matter what the consequences. He wasn't sure if his belief was appropriate at this point in his life anymore.

He tore his gaze away from the window and went back to his chair. Looking up at the ceiling, he saw that there were about 2,678 dots in this tile right above him. Why was he counting such ridiculous things you might ask? It's simple; he had nothing better to do. He was helpless, sitting here watching the days go by ever so slowly. Every once in a while, he would get up and try to act normal. If it were up to him, he would remain by her side. But it wasn't up to him, his will crumbled. He hated being in that quiet, white room. It was too much and so he had to separate himself before he went ballistic. He would probably end up yelling at someone, to answer the question of why wasn't she awake yet. Every time he looked at her pale face, he thought she would smile and open her eyes. His imagination made him believe she would sit up and laugh at him for being so girly, so soft.

He closed his eyes, trying to fight back the tears that fought to be released. He wanted nothing more than for this to be a dream, a nightmare he could wake up from. It was way too much grief for him to deal with, especially when others were trying to be strong for her. It seemed that he was the only one having trouble trying to keep his emotions in check. He knew he should be the one comforting others, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He needed someone to tell him that it would be okay, that nothing was going to happen. Someone needed to tell him that his fears were nothing but childish ideas. Although his friends did tell him this, he wasn't convinced. He needed to hear her voice; her angelic melody would fight away his demons. His angel of justice would vanquish all his devils and bring back peace of mind.

His mind would only think of moments of bliss and fear, moments where they became one and moments where she was gone. They faced the obstacles together and this made them stronger. This proved that they had so much more to fight for, so much ahead of them.

Finally breaking, he got up and walked into the pale room. He looked at her figure, so small and weak. Slowly, he walked towards her and held his breath. His hand stretched a fraction of an inch out towards her, his heart beating erratically. Her sleeping face revealed nothing as his steps took him closer to her. How could she reveal anything? She was gone for now, but he wouldn't see it that way. She was just resting in some place where she belonged, she would be back soon.

Finally touching her skin, his shaking fingers tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. He let out the breath that he'd been holding, fearing that she would break under his touch. He thought back of all that had happened, everything that led to this point in time. He stood up and looked out the window.

They tried, they really did. They didn't want to hurt either one of them, but what was done was done. There was no turning back…

Yes, I know. No info as to what the heck is going on, no names or answers. Don't worry that's my plan but hopefully I've given enough suspense to keep you interested. Currently working on the next chapter, hopefully it'll be up this weekend. Thanks and reviews are appreciated. (Especially to help me fix mistakes or give ideas! :D )

P.S. Thanks to Tycho 77 for reviewing this! xo