Well folks, after much demand, I present to you….Interlude 7!!! -clapclapclap…- -clapping fades away lamely- Yeah, I thought as much. Don't think that I haven't noticed that you guys are skipping over the interludes. Understandable, I know, (chapters are obviously much more exciting than an angsty burble) but it still hurts bit. Just a tiny, insignificant bit, that's all…
-breaks out into full sobs-
Oh, it's nothing…just…just an eyelash…
Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, I wouldn't have to write this pointless disclaimer.
Rage.
Passion.
Guilt.
That's all that flows through me now.
I feel no desire.
No compassion.
No willpower.
I let the impulse take me over.
That loss of control.
Too tempting to deny.
I can lean back and let adrenaline carry me.
And have partial peace.
I can't go back.
My legs won't let me.
All they will allow.
Is the path to her frozen door.
The metal burns a cold brand into my hand.
Scars will heal eventually.
So many that haven't, still.
But these wounds are eating.
At my mind.
And I know I'll be able to feel them.
Forever.