I had this blurb for a while and just had to write! This has a few holes...I think...maybe and I'd be grateful for any constructive criticism! I hope it's not too painful to read!
2005
He said "I should remember you, I don't think I could ever forget my beautiful, beautiful flower" while gently stroking my face as tears begin to fall from my eyes.
"Now Rose take this locket, it would've been a fob watch but you see the fob watch is a long story with Martha and another time where-" a kiss to drown out all the sorrows of life's impending obstacle. I promised him forever but who knew forever would be so hard? As we released from the kiss, me from the necessity to breathe and him because if we don't get it done soon then who knows what would happen...
"2 months, a year tops" he promises and then he sets up that dreadful machine and forgets. He forgets everything, every hug, every longing glance, every moment where we held hands and ran. He goes from this alien from Gallifrey who saved civilizations on a plain ol' tuesday to an ordinary man, a mortal, with only a single heartbeat instead of the dual thump. The sound I've become acquainted with in the depths of the night, where the only thing that could be heard was the Tardis' gentle hum and my doctor's breathing.
But now he's no longer my doctor, he looks like my doctor but… He's an actor. Still foxy and full of life but now a man by the name of David Tennant. A man with no relation to Rose Tyler or a giant blue police box.
2005 still
Being an actress wasn't all that bad it was after all every little girl's dream. But this little girl would much rather fighting the raxifalicorpus any day. The hardest part of this new life is that he's so happy as is it makes me want to open that locket to show him what's he's missing. But I've been instructed from the Tardis herself that I should try to minimize interaction with "David" to not only lessen my heartache but also because Bad wolf plus the time lord conscious seeping into him would be like a flare to every single species we're running from.
A text jarred me out of my thoughts as I tried to find something to watch on the telly that didn't involve Casanova nor the actor playing him. My agent… also known as the Tardis in disguise helping us along as well as she could.
Home-New job offer, they want you
Rosie-As what?
Home-You
Rosie- What?
Home-A companion to a time travelling alien named the Doctor
Rosie-What? How?
Home-He knew a writer in the 60's and loved to tell stories
Rosie -oh
Home-So…
Rosie-I don't know…
Home-Do I ever let you down?
Rosie-Didn't you send me home a year late?
Home-Hush trust me he is in the studio next door
Rosie-fine
I suppose it's time to go off to relive my most sacred moments but this time with the wrong man.
