Hey Beckett,
Remember the first year or so when you were so eager to get rid of me? Well, your wish has been granted. It's been a long time coming, but I've finally been kicked out of the precinct. The new captain was appointed about a week ago and she is not a fan of me at all. I'm lucky I lasted this long, honestly. She has this stare... this dismissive stare, and she has perfected it when it comes to me. It kind of reminds me of yours from early on, just way less hot. Maybe it's not so similar to yours after all... it's just that lately, everything reminds me of you.
At this point I can't find it in myself to care. At one point I would've fought a little harder to stay, but what's the point? Alexis is starting school in a little over a month and I should really spend more time with her (she's been hovering, she says she's worried about me, I tell her I'm fine). Not to mention my book is a complete disaster, and I haven't heard from you. What am I supposed to think, Kate? Are you even coming back? Do you even care? I hate what you're doing to your friends. I hate what you're doing to me. I hate that we haven't heard from you, and I hate that you're doing this by yourself. And you know what, Kate? I hate coffee. The taste churns my stomach, and I hate that you've ruined that simple pleasure for me. I hate the precinct, I hate the M&M's getting stale on your desk, I hate that Montgomery is gone, I hate that everything reminds me of you, and I hate that stupid, uncomfortable chair I used to sit in everyday next to your desk.
I just feel so tired, Kate. I know that you are too, and most of all I hate that you have to go through this.
Castle
A/N: This one gave me a little bit of trouble, but here it is. As always, thank you for reading and your reviews are like hugs.