Heres my story, tada! from Roses point of view.
DISCLAIMER: i dont own doctor who... i willl some day, be afraid Steven Moffat, be very afraid... BWHAHAHAHAHAH.
Ahem. On with the story.
He was there, on the beach, he was there.
Could I convince myself it was real?
Of course not.
He was just a hologram, a stupid hologram.
No touch.
I wished he was there properly, so I can feel his lapels in my fingers instead of air.
Everything I had a firm hold of in my life had slipped through my fingers in a second.
After he left the tears and the 'what ifs' started.
Whatever I would do, it certainly wasn't going to include the doctor.
That tore me to pieces.
After all we did, it ended like that.
I didn't even hear the three little words that took up all my thoughts.
I wanted to say good bye properly.
To hold him in my arms.
To hold his hand.
Instead, I find myself regularly looking down at my hands, where his should be.
But they never will.
It doesn't stop the hope.
He'll be back one day.
As impossible as it sounds, the doctor is impossible.
I just know ill see him again.
He's the doctor.
The doctor always breaks the image of impossible.
He's definitely coming back.
He just has to.
I keep replaying it over and over in my head.
I love you.
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
That was the day I died.
Wow. My first go at writing sad stuff. I guess this came from one of the worst days of my life. Brilliant eh? XD.
R&R Please, tell me what you think?