Her mother once told her, that tragedies were only the things of novels and stories. And until then, she believed her. She lived her life as if in a dream, a Rose in a blue box traveling through never ending time, her heart soaring. Days would go by and with each passing day she would look at his excited eyes, and realize that she loved him. As time went on she would ask herself if her mad man in a blue box loved her as well, but she shook her head, there was no way. Other times though, she would look at his eyes and see such deep sadness that all she would want to do is throw her arms around him and hold him tight and guard him from the horrors surrounding them. When she knew he thought she wasn't looking she would see him give her a look that dispelled all the sadness that was previously there, as if her presence alone, gave him happiness. She didn't believe in tragedies until one day her life crashed down around her and she found herself standing on a cold beach as he faded from her life forever; whispering, "does it need saying?" Tears flowed down her cheeks, but as she watched him leave she shook her head, no it didn't need saying. She could see it in who he was, the answer to her question. He loved her.