A/N: A quick follow up chapter. :)

Everything around him was black. It was as if there was a complete absence of light, which was something Richard Castle had never experienced before. His own heavy breathing coupled with silence filled his ears, and his body felt as if it had been numbed; drained of everything that would usually infiltrate his being. At the same instant, he felt the uncomfortable sensation of the whole situation. Everyone was eyeing him; watching his every movement closely. And he felt as if he was suffocating. There's a blackened throng of people marching, and he is amongst them. With deathly flair, and graceful care they slowly move their feet. They keep tight hold of the coffin on their shoulders, in two rows of three people either side. Jim, Castle and Esposito on one side, Ryan, Gates and Karpowski on the other. The rain is falling mournfully, tapping upon the ground in sync with the patter of the marching feet as the music began to play. Shoulders began to stoop, and sobs were widely heard as the shining, ominous coffin took centre of this stage. Silent, stoic, he walked at the head of the coffin. His loves coffin carried by friends and opted family, because there was no one now, other than her dad. He wore black, the usual choice for a funeral.

As the coffin made it's way past him, his gaze returned to the open and ready grave before him. It seemed all too ready to swallow the remains of the one closest to him, like gaping mouths, hungry for the pain and suffering he felt. And slowly, he watched the coffin get lowered into the earth, watching it get swallowed up by the waiting ground. Turning his head, he saw Lanie crying into Esposito's uniform, her sobs uncontrollable. Esposito looked as if he was trying to keep himself to together for her, trying to calm her down. He heard him whisper "Shh," over and over into her ear, stroking his fingers through her hair at the same time. Quickly shifting his glance he diverted it to Martha and Alexis, who were stood with Jim now. Martha had one arm around Alexis and the other was holding onto Jims hand as they listened to the priests words; tears filling up in their eyes and some beginning to slip over the edge.

As they began to cover the caskets with earth he looked on at the coffin. He felt it was his own fault. 'I was a coward, I should have taken that bullet.' Was all that filled his mind. When the man with the gun fired the first shot, he wished that he had jamp in front of her; saved her. He could still hear her screams, the screams of his defenceless girlfriend. The very same screams that echoed in his ears during their funeral. It dawned on him that it was about time that he spoke. He had prepared a speech ready to say, but hell, he didn't know whether he could say it. So, reaching into his pockets, he let his shaky hands close around the crumpled up paper and pulled it out, going and standing at the edge of the grave.

"Well, meeting you was completely by chance. Being your friend was the best choice I ever made. And when I fell in love it was absolutely beyond my control. Love is the single most unplanned thing on the face of this marble we call earth, and I found it with you, Kate. Somewhere in between our laughs, long talks, coffees, stupid fights and our jokes...I fell in love. It's funny how big of an impact you had on me, Kate. It's like when I saw you, you didn't even have to speak, just smile. And that we enough to make my day. And, I knew just then, I wanted to be your fairytale," he spoke, standing over the grave and speaking to it as if he was enabled to chance to speak to her for one last time.

"I love you and I am who I am today because of you. You're every reason, every hope, every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens in the future, I will always be yours. And, you my darling, will always be mine. My one and only always. I can't wait to see you again, Kate. Look out for me down here, will you? I love you, and I'll wait for you, because I don't want anyone else. I may not have given you a lot to remember, but please, wherever you are, don't forget me. Now, I know that not all the people in your life are meant to stay, but all you need to know now, is you are someone who I will always miss, because no one belongs here, in my arms, more than you do. Right from the start I knew I had to make you mine, because KateHoughton Beckett, you are remarkable." But then he realised that he was holding onto something that didn't exist anymore. That the person he missed didn't exist anymore, and the words clogged in his throat as he looked up from the coffin and around at the guests. "Kate was a dreamer, that's what she was. She was extraordinary, caring, loving...and one thing she taught me was that If you love someone, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment will just pass you by. I imagine conversations that I know we would have had...the best relationships are when you can act like lovers and best friends. It's when you have more playful moments than serious ones. It's when you can joke around, and have unexpected hugs and kisses. It's when you give each other that specific stare and smile. It's where you would rather be with each other at home with a film and some popcorn than go out all the time. It's when you stay up all night just to settle your arguments or your problems, and finally...it's when you can completely act yourself around them and they still love you for who you are. And that, is what I had with Kate. I will wait for you, Kate. I'll wait 'til we meet again, because I don't want anyone else. I can't wait to see you again, beautiful. Enjoy yourself up there, angel." A tear fell from his eye as he said one final silent goodbye and turned away from the fresh grave and faced the dying sun. Now that the tears had started they would not stop, and he sunk down to the ground sobbing. As the sun finally dipped below the horizon Martha and Jim lay a hand upon each of his shoulders, a gesture meant to comfort Him.

"That was beautiful," Jim spoke, ceasing a sob from escaping his lips, and Martha squeezed Jims hand for support. He glanced bitterly at the people on the road in front of the cemetery, his gaze icy and sorrowful. His eyes were now dry, from his heart finally seemed to realise that no volume of tears would still it's torment. No amount of sorrow or sympathy would allow it to mend itself. Because, she was gone. And this time; there was nothing more he could do. There would be no tomorrow for them.

I think this will be the only follow up chapter for this story. But let me know what you thought :)