Beckett Timeframe: Season 2, Episode 24.
Castle Timeframe: Season 4, Episode 23.
[BECKETT]
Though I try to hide it, it's clear, my world crumbles when you are not near.
She stares at his back as he turns, curling his arm around Gina's shoulders, embarrassed heat rising to Beckett's cheeks. She keeps her gaze focused forwards, even as Castle disappears around the corner, because turning away means seeing the looks of pity upon her friends' faces.
And, at the moment, that's how she feels; pitiful. She's spent all this time planning to (belatedly) accept Castle's invitation instead of just accepting it. And, it feels, just a little, like the world's going to start crumbling around her feet, because she's spent the last three years with Castle at her side with no more than a week's space at a single time and now, just as she realizes she's in love with him, he's gallivanting off for an entire summer with a woman he care(s/d?) enough about to have married.
It's pathetic she knows, but, she's jealous, jealous that even when he comes back, the focus of his attention will be Gina, maybe to the point that he won't even want to work with her anymore. And that, more than anything, more than hiding her feelings, more than surviving this summer; the idea of him not wanting to work with her anymore, makes her feel like her world's crumbling to dust.
[CASTLE]
I try to say goodbye and I choke, I try to walk away and I stumble.
Her words swirl about his mind in mismatched jumbles; war's, how could you?'s and my life!'s cause his breath to quicken in panic because this is the worst case scenario and everything's spiraling out of control and he needs to leave, needs to gogogo, dammit-
Words have been leaving his mouth, he knows, but he can't recall them as his vision blurs, thankfully hiding whatever expression she's wearing as pleas choke like acid in his throat, leaving only the bitter tang of grim acceptance.
He tries to move past her, though of course he manages to stumble over his own fucking feet and, despite the closing finality of their conversation, she reaches a hand out, attempting to stabilize his balance, freezing when he recoils violently from the contact.
He uses her surprise to flee the apartment, the building and the street, not stopping until he's at least four blocks away, panting with the taste of acidic-bile rising higher and higher in his throat until he's sure he might never stop vomiting if he starts.
A/N: Accepting prompts in the form of songs you'd like me to find lyrics from, or, if you have a specific lyric in mind, I'll try my best with that, too.