Note: This was written in season 2 to season 3 hiatus. Just something that came up all of a sudden. Hope you guys like it :)
Disclaimer: No, Castle and Beckett are not mine.
She wondered what he was doing at that exact instant.
He would be probably enjoying the Summer, better than she was.
Even though she knew it was her fault, she couldn't stop hating him, at least a little bit.
Let these for tomorrow. Call it a night, someone said. She didn't pay attention.
Other than going home, where to go? She felt lonely anywhere.
Voices whispered in her ear. Stop thinking about it, or you'll lose it.
Every moment, every minute, every second, the same thoughts.
Somebody, please, shut the voices down?
Hang in there, girl, she heard.
It's not so hard, you know, you just have to forget. Yeah, right.
Make me forget and you'll get a prize.
;
Hush, I'm trying to write.
Excuse me, words? Would you mind poping up?
Leaving her there didn't seem so difficult at first.
On the other hand, her painful eyes are following me everywhere.
Vengeance [was it really it?] seemed so silly now. Not that he wanted her to suffer or anything, but...
Evenings were not being relaxing. Why was he suffering?
Summer wasn't supposed to be warmer?
He wasn't on a good mood.
Each second looking at the empty page made him more bitter.
Really.. What am I doing here?
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