Listening to 'I Can Wait Forever' bởi Simple Plan and thought about nghề viết văn a ngẫu nhiên piece on our yêu thích couple :)
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Dear Kate,
I'm sorry.
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 as he rids of yet another letter. It lands tiếp theo to its fallen comrades; all letters to the woman on the hospital bed.
No.
Make that the woman who's on the hospital bed, who's in a coma.
Wait.
Make that the woman who's on the hospital bed, in a coma, and is the tình yêu of Richard Alexander Rodgers' life.
That very man was situated on the floor in the corner of the room, knees pulled up into his chest, with his head in his hands.
It's been a week since she was shot.
Seven days since he held her limp body in his arms.
Seven days since he had been home.
Seven days since he last saw her ngọc lục bảo eyes.
Seven days since he found out that her and Josh were no longer together.
Five days since she fell into a coma.
Five days since he cried.
Five days since he left her room.
Five days since he talked.
Five days since he cut his hair in the room's bathroom.
The doctors told him that there was an 85% chance that she will wake up, completely fine.
That assured the rest of them. Ryan had gone trang chủ to Jenny, Esposito had gone trang chủ with a reluctant Lanie, and Martha, Alexis, and Jim had gone trang chủ to give the older man support.
It didn't help lâu đài though. That 15%. That 3 in 20 chance that he would never see her beautiful green eyes again. That chance that he would never be able to hear her scold him, hoặc tease him, hoặc reject him ever again.
lâu đài scratched his short hair roughly before scrubbing his hands down his face in frustration. He felt the scratch of his facial hair against the palm of his hands and sighed heavily. Lifting his head slightly, he could see the steady rise and fall of her chest.
Slowly rising to his feet, lâu đài shook off the slight vertigo feeling and headed to the giường cautiously. Looking down at her frail body surrounded bởi wires, he couldn't help but notice how small and fragile she looked.
His eyes traced her body as he took in the extraordinary woman in front of him.
Honestly, lâu đài couldn't believe it. Even in a coma, surrounded bởi tubes and wires, and unhealthily pale, Katherine Beckett was absolutely the most stunningly beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.
He shut his eyes and shook his head slightly before carefully climbing into the hospital bed. Laying on his side, being careful not to touch any wires, he held her hand in his left one and stroked her hair in his right. His face rested lightly on the cái gối, gối above her head, allowing him to breathe her in, but not put pressure on her.
"God, Kate." His voice came out as a strangled whisper as he stroked her knuckles with his thumb. "I...I don't know what to do. I-I haven't left, I can't -- Kate, please. Please wake up."
lâu đài took in a shaking breath, kissing the hàng đầu, đầu trang of her head, and laying back. The iPhone in his pocket felt heavy, reminding him of its presence, while giving lâu đài an idea.
Taking it out with his left hand, he quickly scrolled through his âm nhạc library, before finding the song he wanted. He pressed play and put the phone on the giường as the beginning đàn ghi ta, guitar started to play.
lâu đài sang softly with the vocals, his tim, trái tim clenching at the truth of the words.
bạn look so beautiful today
When you're sitting there it's hard for me to look away
So i try to find the words that i could say
I know distance doesn't matter but bạn feel so far away
And I can't lie
Every time I leave my tim, trái tim turns gray
And I wanna come back trang chủ to see your face tonight
Cause I just can't take it
He remembers the time when Beckett catches him admiring her as she did paperwork and called him out on it. She had called him creepy and he just smiled in return.
Another ngày without bạn with me
Is like a blade that cuts right through me
But I can wait
I can wait forever
When bạn call my tim, trái tim stops beating
When you're gone it won't stop bleeding
But I can wait
I can wait forever
lâu đài hummed the rest of the song as he let his body relax on the bed. The ending of the same came near and he opened his mouth to whisper the words into her hair.
"I can wait forever," His voice fell to a breath as he succumbed to a dreamless slumber. "Always."
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Dear Kate,
I'm sorry.
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 as he rids of yet another letter. It lands tiếp theo to its fallen comrades; all letters to the woman on the hospital bed.
No.
Make that the woman who's on the hospital bed, who's in a coma.
Wait.
Make that the woman who's on the hospital bed, in a coma, and is the tình yêu of Richard Alexander Rodgers' life.
That very man was situated on the floor in the corner of the room, knees pulled up into his chest, with his head in his hands.
It's been a week since she was shot.
Seven days since he held her limp body in his arms.
Seven days since he had been home.
Seven days since he last saw her ngọc lục bảo eyes.
Seven days since he found out that her and Josh were no longer together.
Five days since she fell into a coma.
Five days since he cried.
Five days since he left her room.
Five days since he talked.
Five days since he cut his hair in the room's bathroom.
The doctors told him that there was an 85% chance that she will wake up, completely fine.
That assured the rest of them. Ryan had gone trang chủ to Jenny, Esposito had gone trang chủ with a reluctant Lanie, and Martha, Alexis, and Jim had gone trang chủ to give the older man support.
It didn't help lâu đài though. That 15%. That 3 in 20 chance that he would never see her beautiful green eyes again. That chance that he would never be able to hear her scold him, hoặc tease him, hoặc reject him ever again.
lâu đài scratched his short hair roughly before scrubbing his hands down his face in frustration. He felt the scratch of his facial hair against the palm of his hands and sighed heavily. Lifting his head slightly, he could see the steady rise and fall of her chest.
Slowly rising to his feet, lâu đài shook off the slight vertigo feeling and headed to the giường cautiously. Looking down at her frail body surrounded bởi wires, he couldn't help but notice how small and fragile she looked.
His eyes traced her body as he took in the extraordinary woman in front of him.
Honestly, lâu đài couldn't believe it. Even in a coma, surrounded bởi tubes and wires, and unhealthily pale, Katherine Beckett was absolutely the most stunningly beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.
He shut his eyes and shook his head slightly before carefully climbing into the hospital bed. Laying on his side, being careful not to touch any wires, he held her hand in his left one and stroked her hair in his right. His face rested lightly on the cái gối, gối above her head, allowing him to breathe her in, but not put pressure on her.
"God, Kate." His voice came out as a strangled whisper as he stroked her knuckles with his thumb. "I...I don't know what to do. I-I haven't left, I can't -- Kate, please. Please wake up."
lâu đài took in a shaking breath, kissing the hàng đầu, đầu trang of her head, and laying back. The iPhone in his pocket felt heavy, reminding him of its presence, while giving lâu đài an idea.
Taking it out with his left hand, he quickly scrolled through his âm nhạc library, before finding the song he wanted. He pressed play and put the phone on the giường as the beginning đàn ghi ta, guitar started to play.
lâu đài sang softly with the vocals, his tim, trái tim clenching at the truth of the words.
bạn look so beautiful today
When you're sitting there it's hard for me to look away
So i try to find the words that i could say
I know distance doesn't matter but bạn feel so far away
And I can't lie
Every time I leave my tim, trái tim turns gray
And I wanna come back trang chủ to see your face tonight
Cause I just can't take it
He remembers the time when Beckett catches him admiring her as she did paperwork and called him out on it. She had called him creepy and he just smiled in return.
Another ngày without bạn with me
Is like a blade that cuts right through me
But I can wait
I can wait forever
When bạn call my tim, trái tim stops beating
When you're gone it won't stop bleeding
But I can wait
I can wait forever
lâu đài hummed the rest of the song as he let his body relax on the bed. The ending of the same came near and he opened his mouth to whisper the words into her hair.
"I can wait forever," His voice fell to a breath as he succumbed to a dreamless slumber. "Always."
Apples, apples, apples!
