Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
A/N: I love these little angsty not-quite-reunion-but-dangerously-close fics. Why aren't there more?
He whispers something into his partner's ear, and a blush plays across his cheeks. His partner shoves him gently, both of them laughing. He puts his arm around the other man, like he's saying 'this man is mine, isn't he amazing?' Onlookers stare, but the couple doesn't seem to see them. They appear blind to anyone else besides each other. They lean in close to each other, and then their lips meet softly. It wasn't a heated kiss, but it had passion nonetheless. It was a special passion, though, invisible, I suppose. It wasn't obvious at first, but it's definitely there.
I turn around, my hands stuffed in my pockets. What did I expect to come back to, anyway? My expectations seem more like fantasies now. I walk slowly back down the street from where I came, thankful they didn't see me, but at the same time, regretful. I tell myself to stop being so childish; I'm not a teenager anymore. I have to face the facts and live with them. The Doctor doesn't need me anymore. He has Jack.