A/N: Again, this was written (a) after my having seen only Seasons 1-3, and, (b) at approximately 3 in the morning. So please forgive and forget any plots of Seasons 4+ that may conflict with this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rose Tyler, the Doctor, the TARDIS, beaches, driftwood, or rocks. Actually, I think I own a few rocks. But I'm not stringent about copyrights with them.
She's back on the beach of Bad Wolf Bay, back in the same place she comes every year, at the same time, on the same day, to scream "Rose Tyler what?" at her empty surroundings.
She knows. She knows what, but she's still mad at him for leaving it at that, still throws pieces of driftwood and rocks back down to the ground to land exactly where they were, just to show her frustration.
'You knew! You're the one who told me about the limited time you had, you knew! And still you look at me, with that face, that brave new face, your-"
And here she punctuates her remarks with more driftwood.
"Stupid, smirking, 'Allons-y, Alonso'-"
And the piece of driftwood in her hand inevitably falls to the ground as her tone softens, lowers quite a bit in volume, her hand reaching up to caress something only she can see-
"...face."
And here, as every year, she is rewarded with an echo of her last whisper, or maybe it's the wind, which sounds an awful lot, to her ears, like the sentence he never finished.
"I love you."
