Summary: What is real happiness? Rose drabble.
Happiness
Some say happiness is found through inanimate objects, through things that can't think or feel – like chocolate or a teddy bear. Some say it's through an abstract concept, the feeling of love or safety. Others say it's through a physical aspect, like a hug or a smile from someone – anyone, a person passing in the street or your soul mate. Some even say it's the simplest thing in life like the rising sun, something that is so constant it creates happiness in the knowing of it will never cease. It's even been said that happiness can be found in a word – whether just the word or the connotations it holds, it is unknown, but just a word, such as 'fantastic' can conjure up the happiness even life cannot.
But sometimes, for the loneliest girl in the world, all that is needed is a hand to hold. Not just any hand though, the perfect hand – a hand that is sculpted to fit wholly. One that slips in with a grip like a vice, a hand that makes you feel safe, a hand that is not too cold nor too hot – just perfect. A hand with skin of a nine hundred year alien, a hand that is weathered with time and battered by knowledge, a hand to hold through all of time and space.
Sometimes happiness can be a smile, a laugh, a sun or words, but sometimes happiness can be a hand to hold, a perfect hand to hold. And sometimes happiness can be lost at the slip of a hand.
Yet sometimes the world doesn't hold enough answers, well that's what Rose Tyler thought anyway, as she sat quietly waiting for happiness. A happiness that was lost a long time ago….a hand that was lost a long time ago.