Part II of previous chapter
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They both move toward each other, the pull too strong to resist.
The crowd fades into the distance, tunnel vision engaged with every step they take.
They stop only a foot apart, each gazing at the other with adoration. Yearning.
Castle reaches a tentative hand toward Beckett, softly cupping her cheek.
She tilts into his palm, wrapping her own hand around his. Not letting go. Never again.
"Rick, I'm so sorry," she breathes.
His thumb swipes away errant tears, his eyes full of understanding, then, he wraps her in a tight embrace.
"Thank you," he hums, "for fighting for us."
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A/N: I am still working on some longer oneshots of previous chapters. I promise they will be posted eventually. I won't give up on them!