something at work in my soul
lingering
"There they are!"
"Who?" Her husband turns to face her, his brow furrowed in confusion.
She sighs in exasperation, knowing she is not speaking a foreign language; they've talked about this before; he's heard the stories just as she has. "You know who. I told you about them; they're famous around here. The writer – Castle – and his wi-"
"Oh, not this again."
"What do you mean, 'not this again'? This is amazing – they're the stuff of fairytales. You know they worked together for years before they got married and they fell in love because he wrote books about her?"
"I seem to remember hearing something about that a few million times, yes," her husband drawls, giving her hand an exaggerated, patronizing pat. "I just don't know why you're so obsessed with them."
She huffs, pushing at his shoulder, turning her gaze back to the couple strolling ahead of them with their dog. Their heads are bent close together, lips brushing occasionally, and she sees them alternating between linking arms and just moving in each other's space. "I don't know how you can't be. It's a gorgeous love story, honey. You used to be romantic, you know."
"I'm still romantic," he defends. "But I'm romantic just for you. Not strangers the entire town likes to gossip about."
"It's not gossip," she insists. "It's, it's gospel at this point. They went through terrible things to be together, but they accomplished amazing stuff too, and they never fell out of love with one another. That's not gossip, that's fact."
Her husband tilts his head, giving her that much. Everyone remembers the day Kate Beckett arrested a senator on TV and then just weeks later appeared on the morning shows to plead for information about Richard Castle's whereabouts.
He touches his lips to her forehead. "You're right. It just seems sad. Given everything else that happened…"
"It's a good thing to see them," she insists, hugging his arm. "Especially if you're with someone you love. It's a good thing. It's means good luck for you, for your relationships."
He nods again, pressing another kiss to her hairline. She smiles, lifting her chin to touch her lips to his, kissing him quickly.
When she turns forward again, the happy couple has disappeared, fading into the woods once more. Exactly as the folklore says they do; they stroll a little arm in arm and then they're gone.
But their peace lingers.
Always.
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