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A Rose for the Dead
Cardiff Bay, Cardiff, Wales.
"No! No! No! No! No! No! NO!" he looked down at the sheet of paper in front of him. It just couldn't be true! It couldn't! She couldn't be dead! And yet, there it was, her name: Rose Tyler, standing there on the list of the dead, along with her mother and her would-be boyfriend, Mickey Smith. Rose, his Rose. Dead. Gone. He would never see her smiling face again, never hear her and the Doctors' playful banter. A tear slid down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away, Captain Jack Harkness didn't cry. He never cried. But as he looked back down at the paper in his hand, he saw it was stained with tears, which had been silently rolling down his cheeks without him even noticing. He closed his eyes.
Three days later
Canary Warf, London, England.
There it was, Torchwood London, even now, two moths after the great battle, it was abandoned. He sighed, Rose had died here. His lovely Rose, only nineteen years old, so full of life. He wondered how the Doctor felt. He was alone again now. Just like Jack. He looked at the red rose in his hand. 'A Rose for my Rose.' He remembered the first time he'd said that to her, as he gave her the flower when they had visited Cardiff the first time. He closed his eyes briefly, pressed a soft kiss on the rose and put it down at the memorial stone. And with one last look over his shoulder, he walked away, back to his duties in Cardiff.
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I was listening to the song 'a rose for the dead' by Nightwish and this just popped into my head. So here it is. Please review! And if I made any grammar mistakes, please tell me (and forgive me). English is not my native language!
Oh yeah, would anyone be interested in being my Beta-reader? I really do need one.
Love,
Laya