Okay.
This chapter.
WARNING: This chapter includes some very heavy movie referencing.
You may get it, you may not.
If you haven't seen Cast Away, you won't.
And you also need to drive yourself to the nearest rental place.
After you review, of course.
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Doom
A gray sky hangs over New York City, the sun nowhere to be found under a heavy blanket of cumulonimbus clouds. Thunder rolls somewhere in the distance, a low, muted sound that touched Manhattan's streets. A brief flash of white light sears a scar through the sky a moment later, and its then that the heavy clouds unleash the impending doom that threatened the city.
A man exits a cab, meeting the cold air and wet flecks with a grin as he pulls a woman out behind him. They run, laughing, hand in hand as they battle not only the cities untamed traffic but the rain.
"Castle," she calls, letting herself be tugged along. He doesn't respond, but turns to face her, not stopping in his running, still grinning happily.
"C'mon," he called back. That and one more gentle pull of her arm had them both running through the street, the apartment on the other side of the two-way traffic their only destination.
At last they reached the doorstop, but before she could charge into the warm, dry lobby of his building, he used the hand entwined with hers to pull her back, into him.
"Castle, what are you doing?" she asked, although the smile she was trying to fight told him she knew the answer to that. He cupped her cheek in his hand, tenderly.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked, using his thumb to brush the hair matted to her forehead out of her eyes.
"We are so not doing this right now," she said, rolling her eyes. His face told her he didn't follow. The rain kept pouring relentlessly, and New Yorker's ran past them in a blur. There was nothing but her in his sight, and most definitely not his mind. "I am not Helen Hunt and you are most definitely not Tom Hanks."
"Ouch," he pulled back, pretending to be hurt. Kate cursed herself when her body followed his without conscious permission, longing for the warmth his body emanated.
Maybe he wouldn't notice.
Oh, he noticed. The grin he was wearing told as much.
"I guess this is an inappropriate time to tell you that I love you, too, Kate. More than you will ever know." He told her, the joke masked only by the sincerity in his voice.
Kate weighed her options. After a whole two seconds of consideration, she took a step closer.
"You said you would be right back."
I am really sorry if you didn't understand the ending-
And I KNOW this one is cliche but it was too cute to pass up.
I will make up for both of these things in the next chapter.
I promise.
So review?
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