A/N: This is the first time I have been savagely attacked by a plot bunny. They're usually timid animals, quite happy to wait for attention. However, this one was written at one in the morning across a past paper.
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned Doctor Who, Bille Piper would be chained to the Tardis with a ten-year contract. Note the if.
One second.
That was all.
One second and then she was gone.
She turned to look at me;
No blame, no fear.
Still trusting
For one last second.
Here one second and gone the next.
I had failed her.
I didn't deserve the look in her eyes.
A look which said all that words never had,
More clearly than words ever could,
In just one second.
The shortest yet longest second I have ever known.
Then she died.
There was a second after that.
A second of silence.
It was broken by the sound of my hearts shattering
Into a million painful shards apiece.
There was a second after that,
When it hurt to breathe.
There was a second after that,
When it hurt to even exist.
There have been many seconds since
And I believe these are my last.
But I do not fear,
For my life truly ended so many seconds ago
With yours, my Rose.
In just one second.
