Two Months Later
Title: Two Months Later
Author: MYBIGBLUEBOX
Series: Doctor Who
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Characters: Doctor (Tenth) and Rose
Disclaimer: God knows how many times you've all read these disclaimers but I'm going to say it all again just coz. I don't own these characters or the story line this fanfic is based on. They belong to our lord and master 'The BBC' ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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Dedications: Everyone who's read anything I've done over the years and gave their constructive criticism.
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Dear Diary,
It's been two months to the day. Each tiny moment has since been inscribed into my mind, each minuet I spent in his company, engraved forever. I knew that one day he would leave me, one day he'd get fed up and bring me back. It was such a normal day. He had asked if I wanted to see my mother, I knew it was odd of him to ask but he knew I'd been missing her so he dropped me off. He said he'd only be a minuet but half an hour later he still hadn't come up. I prised herself out of my mother's arms at long last and practically skipped down the stairs to the park. The Tardis was gone. I stood, shaking in London park, alone and betrayed. The hurt that I felt was like nothing I'd ever felt before and I hope to God I never, ever feel that way again. Mum tried her best to comfort me, but nothing ever seemed to work.
The days and weeks went by, I still looked for him. Everyday I went to the park looking for him. I knew that time was different on the Tardis, what was a week to me could have been five minuets to him. By the time a month came around I knew there was no hope of him coming back, he'd gone for good and I knew it. Everything seemed to remind me of him. I was starting over, getting along with my life, not quite as well as I'd hoped but I suppose I could have been worse.
As time went by the pain dulled, only to be brought up again by mum, the Internet, even T.V. every now and again. I miss him so much but I wasn't about to let anyone else know that. Sometimes the pain would get to much and I'll cry, but often I can hide it pretty well. I still wish that he would come back. I loved him so much, still do.
She closed her diary, and sighed. She lay down on her bed, seeping into the pillows. It always hurt to think about him, but she wasn't about to deny that he had existed. As for wishing for him to come back for her, what would she do if he just turned up? She'd be torn between throwing herself into his arms and turning him away. When she closed her eyes she could smell him, that musky scent that could only be him. If she pretended well enough she could even feel him near. Who was she kidding if he came back she'd never send him away, but then again who was she kidding... he was never coming back.
Suddenly a knock at the door brought her out of her day dream.
'Mum?...Mum you gonna get that?' she called down the hall, no one answered her, then she remembered, he mum had gone out shopping for the afternoon with Sally down the road. With a sigh she hitched herself of the bed and stumbled into the hall, pulling open the door, looking down at the floor.
'yeah?'
'Rose?...it's me'
Dear Diary,
He came back.
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hmmm I'm tempted to add on to this and make a new chapter review and tell me what you think. Yes new chapter no leave it as it is.
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