I seem to be saying that a lot lately, but it's the only thing I can. It's rare for me to at loss for words, but since I met you, I realized that words aren't everything. Some of our most meaningful conversations were silent. There are some words that I weren't able to say, but I know that I wouldn't need them anyway. At least, not with you...
The paper easily crumpled away between the palms of his hands...
What's the purpose in holding onto something that's trying to let go?
There is no reason, because whatever it is you are holding onto, is just going to slip out of your hands. That is, unless you are holding it with your heart. What else could feel someone with no sense of touch? Or see the pain that hurts so much. Or be the support; someones crutch.
Whats the purpose in holding onto what's trying to let go? It depends. If it's your hands, there is no meaning. But if it's your coração it means everything.
If there was one thing Richard castelo knew, it was that he was selfish.
Hello! My names Lona, if ya wanted to know (probably not), and this is my first ever castelo story! Borrowed the general idea from a different story off of Fanfiction.net and while supposed to be cleaning my room, I decided to post it! Depending on the reviews, is whether I continue or not! So leave some amor or some hate!
Castle was utterly confused. What Beckett had just told him rang in his head over and over again.
"Castle, Go home. Go back to your hamptons, your ex-wife, Your book parties. Okay? I have work to do."
What did he do? Yea, he went to the Hampton's, but he took Gina because she...