Okay, so I found this on one of my old laptops that I was sorting through (I'm getting rid of it, so...) and I just decided that it was finished enough to post, as sort of an apology for my total lack of anythingness on the site recently. :-)
I think I wrote it to be a part of Memories, but I can't remember now... Anyway...
Enjoy!
Rose Tyler once believed that nothing could ever break their bond.
That belief lasted for exactly fifty-two days, three hours, and twenty-seven minutes.
She remembered every second of it. Mostly, of course, just because she had nothing else left. Her job was a prop, a way to convince her mother she was at least trying to get better, to move on. She spent her days staring at customers from behind the glass counter at the shop where she worked, dreaming of her Doctor, her love, running in through those doors at the front with the slight crack in the glass, his screwdriver whirring and another adventure on his mind.
Her nights, once filled with him and his love for her, were spent staring at the ceiling of her bedroom in her mum's flat, memorizing every dip and anomaly as her exhausted brain swept her back to the days when she would wake up and see him smiling down at her, eager for the day to begin.
She knew, of course, deep down, that he wasn't coming back for her. He had made it ever so clear when he left that he didn't love her anymore. At least, that's how Rose had interpreted it. Why else would he leave her alone?
So Rose spent her time remembering.
It's so funny to her now, how much time has changed for her. Once, it flew or crawled, fast and slow but always steady, always there to count on. Now, it's relative. She can blink, expecting to stay still, and find herself days ahead of the last time she remembered blinking. She wasn't traveling anywhere, or time-jumping, or even having black outs.
She just didn't care enough about the life she was living to remember it.
One by one, her days blurred together, until they were just one cycle, one continuation of one day and one night, over and over and over again. She had always thought, back when time was brilliant and a new adventure awaited her eagerly, that if she had ever had to go back to her home, with our without the Doctor, that her life would still stand out. She had thought, back before declarations of love made in haste and nights of making love beneath the stars of every planet in this galaxy and the next, that her life would never lack luster again.
In a way, it didn't. Even now, with so little to interest her, things weren't quite as dull as they could have been. In fact, she noticed things daily that would have, a long time ago, made her shriek with joy or fear or adrenaline. Now, though, she didn't care.
That was, until she found a reason to care again.
Je sais, je sais, total cliffhanger, feel free to verbally kill me for it in the form of a review. Also, incase you haven't figured it out yet, my willingness to write sequals/continue fics is entirely based off of what kind of response I get.
Yes, even the negative ones. So get writing. Now.
-Reinette
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