Title:
The Surrender
Author:
veiledshadow
Pairing:
10/Rose
Rating:
PG/K
Disclaimer:
Sadly, own nothing.
Spoilers:
Doomsday
N\A:
Inspired by a poem by Henry King, funnily enough called 'The
Surrender.' =
The Surrender
'Tears may drown us but not our discontents'
'The
Surrender' by Henry King
(The most beautiful poem I have ever
read.)
Love is always cruel in the end. It is so easy to grasp, so quick to surrender to. But then time passes, and the inevitable happens. Things go wrong.
It always does for him. It lingers in the dark. When it emerges from the everlasting shadow that hangs like a threat in the back of the mind, it's devastating. Time takes back the little it gave to him with an invisible yet unbreakable barrier.
He's still suffering. He sees her everywhere; traits of her personality, a flash of blonde hair round a street corner, tongue caught in teeth. He wants to unwind the love he has for her, wants it to go away because it hurts. This was why he didn't fall in love. This was why.
Every time he grabs someone's hand, it isn't quite right. Martha's slightly too small, and Donna's slightly too tough. Nothing compares. And in a way, that's good. He doesn't want anything to compare. But he'd like to pretend, just for a second that it's her running beside him, hair flying behind her as she laughs at him for getting them into trouble again.
Memories don't fade. He keeps them tucked safely away in the back of his mind, a glimmering, gold strand, which glows eternally.
After all, she did promise him forever.