'All he said when I told him I was leaving was 'okay'. But I'd travelled with him long enough to see his real emotion, the tiredness, the aching knowledge as he understood why I had to leave. Guilt and pain radiated from those big brown eyes. Did I tell you about his eyes? Oh, they were deep pools of memory, fountains of love, abysses of pain. They could be cold and hard, pushing you away as fast as you could beg to be let in, or they could be so warm, so full of life that you never wanted to look away. That day they were just sad, sad and tired. He never did come back, but he will one day, when I need him the most.'
Martha's voice faltered, a lump in her throat threatening to overcome the cheerful mask that she had maintained since last stepping out of that blue box and from the man she loved, ten long years ago. She looked down at her listener, who was fast asleep, lulled by her mother's voice. And she smiled, at the one person that had made her life bearable for the past years.
A short prologue, i know ...i'm quite new to this so any comments are greatly appreciated.
Will update soon!