Part II
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He can sense her presence the second he opens the front door.
He calls to her, softly, sounding a little too needy. But he is. Needs her like he needs air.
Nothing but harsh silence echoes back.
He started to hope again. But hope is always dangerous.
He shuffles to his room - no, their room. Castle slumps onto the edge of the bed, wiping his hands down his face, scrubbing harshly at his eyes, willing the tears to stop. Trying to steady his thumping heart, he takes a deep breath.
His olfactory receptors overload with her. She must be here.
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A/N: Looking through my earlier chapters in this whole ficlet journey and I realise that I have actually done a fair number of 8x05 shirt fills. A lot I had done right after the episode aired. I'm gonna take a wild guess and assume this ep was my fave in season 8. What was yours?