Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn't mine. If it was things would be quite different. The BBC owns all and I bow before them.
Written for timepetalsprompts on tumblr and their weekly drabble prompt: waves.
Rose Tyler pulled her hand from the Doctor's when he stepped onto the sand. Waves crashed in the distance and she didn't want to get any closer as the sound brought back so much heartache. "I don't really like beaches anymore."
"Please," he pleaded. He didn't throw in a 'trust me,' as he might've done in the past, and Rose understood. He wanted this, but the choice was hers.
However, she did trust him, and he'd pledged himself to her on a beach so it wasn't all bad.
"Okay," she replied, taking a deep breath. "Let's make some new memories."