Chapter 1
"Rose!" She heard the Doctor's cry as he grabbed onto her hand. "Don't let me go!" She gripped at his hand desperately as she felt him being tugged away.
"Rose hold on!"
"I'm trying," she sobbed through the cacophony of sounds.
Light was blinding her. Screams, yells, bangs and shouts ripped through her. Her mind was in turmoil, trying to figure out what was happening. What was real, and what was not. All she was aware of was his hand within hers, and she knew, instinctively, that if she let go, it would be the end.
Wind whipped through her hair, and the noise grew until she could feel it throbbing through her.; tearing through the very core of her being. She felt her hand slipping from her grip; invisible forces determinedly trying to pull him away from her.
"Doctor!" she cried out in despair; her grip getting weaker and weaker.
The noise was relentless, and grew to a frenzied crescendo as the Doctor was repeatedly yanked from her – testing the limits of her strength to hold onto him. She knew that she couldn't do this for much longer, and a tear trickled down her cheek at the sheer hopelessness of it all.
There was a sudden lull, and the Doctor's face swam into vision.
"Goodbye Rose," he whispered…
And he was ripped from her as she screamed, light clawing at her eyes and wind howling around her.
She sat bolt upright, panting. Her heart shuddered in her chest, and a fresh sheen of sweat coated her face. She drew a shaky breath and felt her soaked pillow. Her eyes were red and sore, and she realised she'd been crying.
Every night it was the same. Ever since she'd lose him. Every night since she'd been here. The nightmares were identical. Word for word. Action for action. She trembled as she recollected the dream, and staggered to the bathroom.
She splashed some water on her face; the coldness giving her a sense of calm. As she slowly towelled herself, she let her tears soak into the soft material.
She hated it. She hated all of it. She hated life. She hated the whole planet. She hated the universe. She hated every single God she'd ever learnt about. Wasn't God supposed to love? Was God not all-powerful? Could he not right all the wrongs? She had just one question for this almighty God…
Why?
Why had this happened to her?
Why had she not been given a chance?
Why had she been taken from him so cruelly?
Why had they both had to live on alone?
Why couldn't they have forever together?
She crept back to bed, wanting to hide the shame of the dreams that that broke her heart again and again. As she cocooned herself in the warmth of the duvet, she wondered if given the chance, would she choose to never have met the Doctor?
No…the voice in her head stated firmly without hesitation. Never.
And her eyes slid closed as she fell into a fitful sleep.