Piece 1
It's been almost a year since that day. We go back every month or so, just to scan the area and see what's happening. So far, the tear hasn't opened up again.
We've never talked about me leaving.
But nothing's changed. Oh, we talk more. And touch. Ever since we almost lost each other, he's in my head and in my life and I'm in his. But you'd thinkā¦I mean. I've never been good at secrets. And maybe he's just igonring me to save us both the embarassment. But good god. At least say something.
I'm going to die of frustration, Daddy.
Wish you were here.
Love you.
Megan dashes a swooping heart next to the last line, folds the page, and tucks it into an envelope. The envelope goes into the file folder already bulging with similar envelopes. She'll have to buy a box for these soon.
Then she pushes herself up from the desk, stacks her things back up, and heads back to her room. It's a daily ritual now. An hour in the library, writing letters to her parents. It helps her get her thoughts in order. And after almost a year and a half in the Tardis, she has a lot of thoughts.
D'you want tea, Megs? Another daily ritual. He always asks, even though the answer is always the same.
She sighs, setting her things down on her desk and looking around the room. Sure thing, be there in a minute.
