Wello! :D Told yah this'd be here before you knew it :P
She doesn't know the meaning of fear anymore, she doesn't know it's meant to be a bad feeling, doesn't know it's not meant to make her feel like she's on top of the world, she doesn't know it was never meant to be like this.
She grins as she jumps from the bridge, two seconds is all it takes before she hits the water and the air is forced from her lungs, but she doesn't panic, it takes her about 30 seconds to reach the dirt surface below the water, she pushes herself up and in another 30 seconds she breaches the surface and breathes in the precious air once more.
She laughs as she brings herself to float on the water. She loves this, this feeling of being alive; she loves the beating of her heart in her chest, the feel of air in her lungs, the pumping of blood through her body, the millions of thoughts in her brain. She loves this but she also knows she hates it and she doesn't know why. She feels eyes on her but she doesn't look for them, she's happy and that's all that matters.
Up on the bridge, leaning against the railing, looking down at the woman, his brown eyes sad and longing. He wants to jump off the bridge to join her, he wants to call her name, he wants to go to her, to speak with her. He wants to hear her voice say his name, or one of the other names she has… he stops, corrects himself, the other names she had for him, but she will never remember those names, she'll never say them again, not to him, not to anyone and it's all his fault, she gained his memories so he took hers away.
She floats around, happy for a little while longer, but that gaze has her unnerved, just a little bit, the gaze that tells her to run and never stop running, but she gets the feeling she's meant to be running towards the gaze not away. She looks up at the bridge, thinks she sees someone stepping back from the railing, she stares at the spot for as long as she can remember but there's nothing there, she sighs and makes her way back to shore.
He sees her look up at the bridge and he steps back from the railing, out of her sight. He stands there for a few moments, silently hating himself. Then he turns away and walks back towards the only companion he has left. He smiles at his Tardis, flicks his fingers and steps inside when the doors open. Once inside, he snaps his fingers again and watches the doors close. In moments that Police Phone Box from the 60s vanishes from the lower decks of the bridge, as if it had never been there in the first place.
Donna Noble does not hear the dematerialization nor does she see it. She returns home that day none the wiser to the old friend who has been watching over her since that fateful day that she can not recall.
She does not know it but he's never going to forget what she can never remember.
A/N: So yeah... R&R or something. DD out biatches!