The End Of An Adventure
I am lost. Lost without him. I lay in bed, reminiscing over our final adventure, three months back. Three months? It seems like a lifetime ago. I guess, in a way, it was. Leaving my old life to find a new, dull one here. Alone. I get out of bed to make toast and begin my standard morning routine.
Before this, I didn't have morning routines. The Doctor made life full of surprises, adventures, and running- oh, an awful lot of running. It was so much fun. Then came Torchwood. Then came the ghosts. Then the running ended. I told myself I was fine- every day I got up and went to work at parallel Torchwood on the parallel earth, doing my bit for the world's safety. He told me I would never see him again, but I don't believe it. Even The Doctor gets things wrong. I'm still clinging on to my last shreds of hope, waiting for the day which I know is coming, when we are reunited. I finish making my toast and eat in silence: Mum's out at the shops, and Mickey and Pete have gone into work already. I've tried my best to fall back into my normal life, but once you've travelled with The Doctor, there's no going back. All the things he's shown me, everything he's taught me, everything he's done for me. He touched my heart in a way it never has, nor ever will be touched. I finish my toast whilst trying to think of other things and get dressed.
I have my own car now; it's the one advantage of being here, I'm rich, no more council estates. Getting into my Volvo, I then drive the half an hour it takes to get to central London and park in the special area reserved for Torchwood employees. Every hour of every day, I think about him. He completed me and he still does; being apart from each other doesn't feel right. When I first met him, my life changed forever- I went from working in a shop to exploring time and space and saving the world. The Doctor opened my eyes and I saw unimaginable demons and spectacular sights.
When you run with The Doctor, you're playing with fire. I almost died so many times, and yet those times were the best of my life. I can't even bear the thought of him gallivanting off with anyone else, he is mine and I am his. Walking in through the huge double doors, I continue to walk to the lift and shoot up the 50 floors to get to my base at the top of the building. The place where I left him. Tears well in the corner of my eyes, but I blink them away and put on a fake, bright smile. I greet my colleagues and sit down at my desk, switching on the PC and getting to work.
I'm getting over it slowly, I think. Gradually building up a new life and attempting to leave my old one behind. I will always remember the times we had; the fact is, I love The Doctor. Always.