As Martha Goes Home To Her Life
He stood watching Martha walk away. Going back to her life.
He needed her, how could she leave him now? The small spark she'd re lit in him was flickering and dying once more. They shouldn't leave him behind, he thought with pain in his eyes. It should be him telling them to go home, leaving them, or like his lovely Rose, losing them. They should want to stay with him, he though, moaning inwardly at his own assumptions.
Deep down he knew she'd changed too much in that year, that he'd hardened his outer shell more – and that made them even more incompatible. He just wished he's told her that he loved her