Obsidian, Chapter 3: A short Castle WIP

[pollylynn]

A/N: See? I told you all I was an angst!wimp. Not exactly fluff, but still . . . Thank you all for wanting more in the first place and reading and reviewing. I'd love to know how you think this turned out.

Comments

[anonymous]

Dead. I am dead. This was perfect. The whole little series is amazing but this last part was beautiful and I want to rip my heart out and just hand it to you on a breakfast-in-bed tray because I am dead.

Thank you.

[pollylynn]

You are so very, very kind, and I feel terrible that I have killed you dead!

(Seriously, thank you very much!)

[thefallingapple]

This is so very lovely. You've captured this moment with these two perfectly. They're both so determined and patient, but still very unsure about how to resolve everything that is difficult between them. This line struck me in particular, because it's exactly what I imagine Beckett would feel, like she's not quite healed and whole enough to be enough for Castle: A sob ripples through her, and it feels like too much. Too much longing. Too much hurt. She's too broken. He's too willing to let her be. Too willing to settle. And someday he won't be willing. Someday he'll go.

I've been looking forward to this since you posted your update and it's such a beautiful way to pull the story together. Thank you for sharing it.

[pollylynn]

And thank you for the feedback. I really enjoyed writing both Castle's perspective and their dueling perspectives. (Enjoyed in a moaning, whining "Story, why do you hate me. How can you do this to me? Why can't we just be happy together?" sort of way), but I keep second guessing myself about whether the story has worn out its welcome. (And then, of course, they start whispering in my head, so I think there'll be a final chapter).

Thank you so much. Feedback really helps to clarify and organize my thoughts about what works and what doesn't.