DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T STARTED SEASON SIX. THIS WILL SPOIL YOU.
Darkness. It crept into her world (her life) like a spider, its thin black legs softly sculting, almost completely unnoticed...until it was smack dab in her face. She hadn't expected this. No, no this. No, not her Doctor's-
She couldn't even say it.
It seemed that just five seconds ago, they were happily bonding over a quaint little picnic, and then her Doctor was glowing, a bright warm glow-a glow that brought back part of a familiar phrase. Something old, something new. Her heart jumped in her chest. That glow, that glow! It was just one step from...
Death. He was dying right before her eyes.
An "I'm sorry."
A flash of green.
A gasp.
A scream.
A cry.
A soft thud.
And suddenly, he was dead.
Just like that, her Doctor was dead.
Her Doctor, her fabulous, amazing, mad Doctor. Lying on the ground, motionless. Not even the glow enveloped him.
Death was inevitable; she knew that. It wasn't even avoidable for TimeLords. But, with the Doctor, he seemed pretty darn invincible. Together, they had faced so much. Before her, he had faced even more, but just as deadly (if not even deadlier). Of all the ways for her Timelord to part with his life...it was while conversing with a strange astronaut.
But now, of course, her fabulous, amazing, mad, invincible Doctor was gone.
And there was nothing she could do, but regret.
Author's Note: I literally wrote this in five minutes. So...it's pretty bad. Buuuuttt, I had to do something for Doctor Who, especially after the first episode of the new season.
I can't wait until Saturday!