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The Dream
The rain thundered down upon her with determined infuriation, pelting against her face and shoulders, until her clothes were drenched and heavy. Her golden locks were entangled by the gale which forced itself along the beach toward the blackened skies. The salty tears which made their way across her cheeks increased rapidly as she saw the object of her yearning.
He was there. Not fifty yards from her, gazing intently across the bay through the showers in her direction. The proximity awakened within her feelings of love and happiness which fluttered like a butterfly which has long lain dormant.
She ran toward him. Through rain, through sea, through sand she ran. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, heaving at the air which entered her lungs, longing for it to propel her forward. She ran with a grin which could enlighten that foggy beach.
He stood there motionless and astounded. Then as she neared him he opened his arms awaiting the grace of her presence, smiling so hard he could barely see.
Meeting him with such force that he staggered back a few feet she wrapped her arms around him. He held her tight to him, breathing in the heavenly scent of her hair, the scent of home, happiness and safety. They drew apart slightly and the Doctor took her face in his hands. Gazing into his wide hazel eyes she noticed an unexpected look of torture and anguish in his features which she couldn't understand.
Noticing the comprehension her face revealed, he told her softly, "Rose...I'm Sorry" and with another intake of breath he said, "I'm so sorry."
With that he was gone and Rose awakened to the confinements of her room, her life. Her life in a parallel universe, away from the Doctor, never to see that sparkle of intuition in his eyes or feel the warmth of his embrace evermore.