Alone

He is about to say it, when he fades. Those three words. Finish off that sentence. I love you.

But then he is alone, and he bites back his tongue, swallows them down and turns. Then there is a lady in white standing there, rude and confused. He is drawn again, into someone else's life, someone else's story. And she will fade until she is just a handful of images and emotions. A memory. Beloved, bittersweet, but only a memory.

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He shall never be a memory to her. He will always be there, a wisp of presence at the back of her mind even when she is cold and sobbing and screaming her heartache into the cold Norwegian Sea.

They say she should move on, and she tries. Buries herself in work at Torchwood. Shines. Is given an OBE. Rose Tyler, services to the humanity.

Then her little little sister is born. She tries to connect, to feel something for this child, this sweet and untainted piece of innocence, but she can't. And little sister grows up wondering why she cries in her sleep, and why she is so distant.

Rose goes to Norway once a year. A pilgrimage of sorts. She refuses to let anyone come with her. And so it goes, year in, year out, and she is always alone. Brilliant, burning and utterly, unchangeably alone. Always alone.

-FIN-

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So, what did you think? My first fic. Wahey! Reviews are appreciated, especially is you could give me some helpful pointers. Thankyou for reading!