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She knew she wasn't allowed to interfere, she knew what was to come, and the chasm of knotting erupting pain that ran through Rose's veins would end. This knowledge was killing her; unable to share it, to use it to help her Rose survive, burning deeper into her airy molten core.
The small spark of joy upon seeing their dear Doctor once more, stolen back before it could grow. Wanting to reach out and hold him, stroke his face, reassurance that he's there; the burn of longing crashed over her in sharp waves, pushing back the strands of her sorrow that had almost mixed with Rose's.
She knew Rose's pain was feeding hers and vice versa, she was swirling with it, ready to explode.
A momentary breeze of calm swept through Rose as she choked out 'I love you.'; such a beautiful moment, a brief moment, a moment so filled with emotion that it managed to permeate the spaces of her swirling strands, the strands seemed to relax, a sigh of relieved happiness as they stretched to spread, to comfort her Rose.
She was slammed with a surge of emotion, too far out to fully bundle back up; she felt every emotion Rose felt in that instant, just as intensely. The briefest moment of anticipation after the Doctor said 'Rose Tyler-"waiting for the end of that sentence. Then all her hope being shattered by a wall of grief, sorrow and soul shredding pain that all came crashing down upon Rose as the Doctor's image faded. If she could have screamed the most heart wrenching sound would've exploded from her core.
She wanted to reach out and tell her Rose it's not the end, to not give up, that she will see their Doctor once more, that she will fight and fight hard, and she will lead the most important woman in the whole of creation back to the right path.
I wanna take a lifetime to memorize your face. Wanna hold you closer, kiss you longer. Wanna feel your heart beat, stronger and stronger. - Gonna know you right through, you know I want to. So badly it hurts all the time. - Every feel of your fingers, every curl in your hair. Don't wanna miss a minute, wanna be right in it. Do everything you're doing, go everywhere you're going.
(Wanna Get To Know You) That Good! - Shania Twain
A/N: So... any good? Yes, no? Did I write it sufficiently enough for it to work? Reviews are food for the space where my soul once was, before Chris Carter and RTD got their hands on it and annihilated it.
Plus if you have any ideas for a moment, let me know.