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.