Prompt by Sarah Jayne216
Disclaimer: Castle belongs to ABC.
"We speak for the dead. That's the job. We are all they've got left once the wicked rob them of their voices." — Roy Montgomery
Wicked
The problem with keeping people at arm's length is that they can't catch you when you fall. It never mattered before (you were so practiced at landing on your feet), but today is different. The grass beneath your back and the bright afternoon sky high above only reinforce just how badly you misjudged things. You close your eyes, not sure if you're shielding yourself from the pitiless glare of the sun or from the agony etched into Castle's features. He was right, and you finally realize that you're not the only one to pay for your refusal to be silent.