DISCLAIMER: Once again, not mine. x
You appreciate what you cannot have; it is as simple as that. The human race is a wonderful and beautiful species – it is complex and flawed, as dangerous as it is brilliant and charming. It could draw parallels with me, except that I don't belong to it, to anything. The universe has mortality. I don't.
Ianto doesn't understand. The Doctor doesn't understand. Hell, I wouldn't expect them to. We are all outsiders in our own way; we find our own ways to cope on the fringes of society. Forgive me if I'm attracted to something that I don't have. I'm sorry if I get a daily tidal wave of reminders that some catastrophe could instantly wipe them all out, leaving me as the last one standing.
I know that he thinks I don't care, so I try to show that I need him, when we are alone. I know what he wants me to say, but I don't. I can't. There is always too much to lose. I see the seconds ticking away in front of me, the countdown, yet I still can't look him in the eyes. I can't tell him anything. I'll break if I do.
Drabbles aren't my forte, so I'm gonna need some feedback here. Review pretty please! :D MC. x