Part I
Prompt: Reaction to Beckett's mother's wedding dress being ruined
(Set just after Castle's disappearance)
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Her dress - her mother's dress - it's ruined.
Soaking, like her pillow every night; torn to shreds, like her heart.
Lanie had helped her out of the frock, now tainted with mud and fire retardant, twigs, leaves. The tulle hangs in shreds, lace ripped apart.
Kate couldn't let it go. Couldn't let them go.
Her mother. Castle.
She hid the dress in their spare room. Won't let it go but won't look at it either. Too many memories infused in the seams.
Neither ever got to see her wear it.
Her mother. Castle.
And now she'll never get to see them.
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A/N: This is one of two parts. I promise the second part is a happy one.