A/N: Hi, so this is just a random fic that popped into my head yesterday. It's obviously short 'cause it's a drabble and I think it makes sense. Emphasis on the think.
Their lives were a seemingly endless chase; one always running away from the other then flitting into the path of their enemy, friend and lover, just to disappear as they were seen and scrambled after again.
I was almost a dance. They moved around each other so gracefully, slipping out of grasp at times and at other points being so close they almost smothered each other in their eagerness; their need to love and hate one another so strong that prolonged periods of bitterness and short moments of joy were all they could have. But… that was over now. The dance had ended. The chase was complete.
There was no Doctor and Master anymore. Just the Doctor.
The last.
The only.
The alone.