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AN: English is not my native tongue, so please forgive any grammar errors
AN2: Personally I'm not very happy with this, but my friend told me to post it anyway. Hope you don't think it's complete crap.
Square One
The first day after Canary Wharf he pours two cups of tea, rambling the entire time, only to have her empty chair stare back at him when he turns around. It takes him three days before he can make himself set foot inside the kitchen again. Five days before he can handle making another cuppa. Six before he can bear to actually drink it.
After a week he stops talking while he's fixing the TARDIS, her absence finally sinking in.
It's been two months when he finally picks up the courage to walk up to her door. Two weeks later he realises that he'll probably never be able to walk into her room and another two before he stops trying to.
It takes a year for him to finally face up to the fact that there's no way of getting her back and only a few days for him to find a way to say goodbye.
Eight months pass before he feels like he's healed enough to be able to go through with it.
All that time and it only took two minutes to make his hearts bleed all over again.
Two minutes, and he's back at square one.
The End