SezzaLuvBones: I hope you feel better! This chapter is my attempt at you-know-what. (So no. Voldermort will not appear in this story) Read on & Enjoy. Go Ashleigh! (I promised I would give her a shout out!)
A/N: Ok, sorry about all the confusion in the last chapter. I will try to clarify things for people. Castle remembers this happening, he was just unsure if Beckett was there. If there is anything that is completely and totally out of whack for you and you really just don't understand what the hell this story is on about, then PM me.
Disclaimer: Don't Own Castle.
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He sat down on his couch and tried to shut his mind off, unable to relive the memories of the accident. All that he heard was far too graphic for him to live through again.
He felt as though everything was his fault and he needed to do something about it. He wanted to tell her it was just a mistake. He needed to go and see her. Quickly grabbing his phone he dialled her number and cursed when he hit the wrong button. He stood up and held his phone to his ear, scrubbing a hand over his face in anticipation of her answer. It kept ringing continuously but still nothing. He tried to convince himself that there was still hope for him, and he hoped that she didn't hate him for keeping something like that from her. Why did he do that? Would it have been so hard to just tell her the truth? Sure, she wouldn't have been happy, but it still would have been better than the response he got from her when she remembered everything herself. Wait, how much did she remember?
Without even thinking of where he would look, Castle grabbed his keys and got into his car. He was determined to find Kate now.
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Tears slowly began to trickle down her face as she once again thought back to memories of her love for him being shattered by his betrayal.
Kate's walk didn't last long. She saw a park close by, so she went and sat down on a park bench. She swallowed as she wiped away more tears. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she read the time through blurred vision. 6.23pm. The park was completely deserted, to be honest, she wished I t wasn't. At that moment, she was desperate to escape the feelings of emptiness that were overwhelming and too much for her to handle alone. She decided that if she couldn't escape those feelings then she would just have to find a distraction. Her blood shot eyes darted around her surroundings, when they finally landed back on her lap. She picked up her phone as it startled her with sudden ringing that was a call from Castle. She stared at the screen, almost like Déjà vu. She remembered staring at his name in bright blue text on her phone's screen. Beckett wanted to answer the phone but she really had no idea what she would say. It stopped ringing; her problem was solved. Still not having much to claim of her memory, she figured the text messages would help.
It appeared that she had a heap from Lanie. She read through the messages, half smiling at how she could imagine Lanie saying the things the messages read. It wasn't in her memory but she still felt as though she knew Lanie, which was more than she could say for Ryan and Espo. Sure she was familiar with them, but she still didn't have a feel for them like she had with Lanie…and Castle. She didn't want to admit it, but up until that outburst, she was beginning to…fall for him? She rubbed her hand across her stomach, in attempt to sooth her "butterflies". She took in a deep breath as the wind briskly sighed. She glanced at her surroundings once more. A single street lamp dimly lit the park. All she could see was the occasional car drive by and the beautiful green trees swayed side to side slowly. Almost in a hypnotising pattern.
Why couldn't time stand still? Would it be so bad if she just sat there, on that old bench with paint slowly peeling away? In the middle of an empty park at 6.34 in the evening? Would it be so horrible for her to just bask in the loneliness she was experiencing at that moment? She almost felt as though she was on the right track but her memory had destroyed it. She didn't mean it, she did want her memory back but why did those memories have to be so heart breaking? Her chest tightened as her thoughts pulled back to him once again. She was still unwilling to admit that she loved him. She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to hold back tears. She looked up and thought she saw him strutting across the lawn. She blinked hard this time and the tears fell down her face again. Now, she was crying in front of him. She clenched her jaw in anger at her naked emotion.
"How did you find me?" she asked as he finally approached her. She stared directly at the ground and refused to look up.
"You're not that far from the loft," he mumbled. She really wasn't, she had only gone half a block away. The wind blew briskly across his face. He looked down at her, she still didn't make any form of eye contact with him but she had raised her head slightly. Her body shook slightly as winds coursed between them. Detecting her shiver, he pulled her up from the bench with one hand. She physically tightened under his touch. She kept looking down at the floor. Kate knew that as soon as she looked at him, her feelings of anger would drain away. His warm hand graced her face and he pried it upwards to face him.
Her gaze met his warm blue eyes and she almost fell as she went weak at her knees. He swiped his thumb under her eye, to stop her from crying. He leaned in closer to her, his forehead against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
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A/N: Oh, I hope they're not OOC. Let me know please! By the way, This is my present to you because birthday is coming up. YAY! I know that sounds hell self-centred but, if I'm ever going to be self-centred it will be on my birthday thank you. *Joking* R&R Thanks Xx
