Okay, here's something new. I was just messing around on 'Word', and I came up with this. I hope you like. It's basically thoughs running through Rose's and the Doctor's head during the end of Doomsday. I don't own either of them, and I don't own Norway either. It would be cool if I did, but no. Shame that, really.
Anyway, please read and review, and you'll make this short, clumsy blonde girl dance, okay? I promise. I go squealing into the living room and start bouncing up and down every time I recieve a review.
Oh, this is a drabble too, you can even count the words if you don't believe me. Okay, enough of me.
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Numb
Alone. Lost. Defeated. Half-crazed. Dreams. Whispers. Night. Sweat. Tears. Confusion. Fading.
Rose…
Cold. Icy. Harsh. Gale. Salt. Sea. Crisp. Numb. Hope. Trust.
Rose…
Dark. Flicker. Shape. Ghost. Sad. Alone. Minutes. Wasted. Seconds. Untouchable. Despair.
Rose…
Tears. Eyes. Heart. Soul. Numb. Helpless. Stop. Wait. Doctor. Please.
Rose…
Calling. Rose. Demanding. Rose. Urging. Rose. Leading. Rose. Coaxing. Rose. Hoarse. Whisper. Mine.
Rose…
I love you.
Dreams. Reality. Darkness. Murmur. Rose…
Quite right too.
Pleading. Tears. Stay. Rose…
And I suppose…
Broken. Hollow. Rose…
If it's my last chance to say it…
Forever. Rose.
Rose Tyler-
Oh Rose…
Please don't leave me, Doctor…
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Hmm, yes, that was a bit different to how I normally write. I did that at about 4am, so I apologise if it wasn't quite to your taste. But you've read it now, so you might as well review. ;)