Hey, I've got another one! It's short and angsty, sorry. That's pretty much one of the worst combos for a fic, isn't it? Whoops. Still, I couldn't resist.
Disclaimer: If I owned DW, this fic would not have been written, because Doomsday wouldn't have happened.
Rose remembered wishing upon eyelashes as a child. Her mum would reach out and brush a stray eyelash from Rose's cheek. She would hold it in front of Rose's mouth, tell her to make a wish, and Rose would squeeze her eyes shut, wish with all her might—a new doll, some chips, a red bike—and blow the lash off her mum's finger. She hadn't made eyelash wishes in years.
She hadn't needed to.
Now, with her mournful eyes staring back at her in a mirror in the Tyler mansion, under a zeppelin-filled sky, she brushed an eyelash from her cheek. She held it in front of her mouth, squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and blew all the air at the lash as she could.
Come and take me home.
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