Wello. This time I just wanted to do a "Haha, in your face" thing cos I's mean that way, this is also a continuation of the Rope Becomes the Noose. :P
The Doctor steps out of the blue box, he finds himself in a small graveyard in Chiswick, London on the 15 June, 2013. He frowns at his Tardis, wondering why he has been brought here, then he spins around and his legs collapse beneath him. He feels his hearts beating faster and faster but he can't seem to calm them down. He stares at the gravestone in front of him, his mind screaming that his eyes are playing tricks on him, his hearts shattering because there, engraved in gold on black marble, are the words.
Donna Noble, the most important person in all of creation, she lived her life screaming at the universe because she thought it couldn't hear her. She was taken from our lives June 15, 2009. She will always be remembered.
The Doctor breathes in heavily and crawls to the headstone, not caring about the mud getting on his clothes. He reaches out and touches the marble; it is cold beneath his hand.
"Oh, Donna, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He whispers, tears falling from his eyes. "You were meant to be safe, you were meant to live." Then he looks up at the sky, out into space, the universe. He looks up and he screams.
The DoctorDonna had her time to scream at the Universe but now it's the Doctor's turn and he's got a lot to get out.
A/N: R&R
