Yeah, I know, my attempts at writing are getting more and more ambiguous (by which I mean useless). But I'm writing, which is better than not writing. This short takes the form of a letter, inspired by the prompt following prompt from .
"A shop is the location, honesty is the theme. A letter is an object that plays a part in this story."
See? I'm so desperate to write and so lost on my own ideas that I am resorting to cheap internet plots. And whiskey. Quite a bit of whiskey.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, and if Steven Moffet and I are ever in the same room I will have a bone to pick with that man.
'Your Doctor'
Dear Rose,
When you read this letter, you will be ordinary. And that is okay. Let me tell you a story.
A young woman is working in a shop. When her shift ends, she will be given the lottery money and told to bring it downstairs to Wilson, the manager, before she can go home. Except instead of finding Wilson, she will discover a room full of living plastic, controlled the alien being known as the Nestene Conscious. The girl will be saved by a man uttering only one word; "Run."
Run she will, Rose Tyler, to the ends of the universe and beyond. The things the young woman will see following the man are incredible, and beyond belief. She will see the end of the Earth, and then go back in time and save it one hundred times over. And the girl will fall in love with the man, and he will fall in love with her, and that love will burn so brightly that its light will cross all of time and space to bring the two together.
But nothing good lasts forever, Rose Tyler, and the girl will be lost beyond the reach of the man. He will search for years for a way to find her, but in the end even burning a star will only be enough to say goodbye. And goodbye is never enough, not for this man.
I have lost you, Rose Tyler, and God help me but I have loved you. And from my love you have only received pain, abandonment, and loss. In my memory your smiles are ruined by your tears, our adventures ruined by our separation. I have traveled all of time and space, Rose Tyler, and have only discovered one way to keep from losing you, and that is by never having you at all.
So tonight, when your shift ends and you are given the lottery money and told to bring it to Wilson, you will find him downstairs in his office, where he ought to be. There will be no living plastic, no Nestene Conscious, and no man telling you to run. I will not be there to beg you to follow me to the stars, Rose Tyler, and you will only be the better for it.
The years that follow this letter are filled with love and happiness, a marriage and family It is beans-on-toast domestic, Rose Tyler, without fear and danger and any sort of running. The life that awaits you is the life that you deserve.
Please know that the man who's left you this letter is not just a stranger, but a man who loves you, and who has given away the greatest times of his life for your happiness. I love you Rose Tyler, and though you will never know me, please know that I will never forget you. Have a fantastic life.
Love Always,
Your Doctor.