Hello! So, this is the third chapter. Again, it involves Rose, at a particularly relevant stage of the story. From this moment on, everything is going to change for her and for everyone who surrounds her.
Hope you'll like it, and if you do, or even if you don't, please let me know in a review!
3. – Miracle.
She could already feel the marine breeze running through her hair. Her feet jumped out of the shoes, her toes diving and tingling in the sand.
The sun was cold and bright. Spring had just begun, and the temperatures were starting to make her weekly appointments to the beach much more pleasing, climatically speaking.
The waves were small and the shoreline was pretty short, so she was able to walk along the sea without the fear of getting flooded.
It had been years.
Every week, every Friday, she went to Bad Wolf Bay to wait, initially; then, to hope; eventually, to cry.
It was no use. The gap between the parallel worlds was sealed forever.
Every day she asked herself how could she get out of bed, knowing the Doctor wasn't beside her. The thought of doing horrible things to herself was constant in her mind, but she was always too afraid.
Her family didn't deserve it. Neither did she.
She didn't deserve to suffer that much.
She deserved to move on, settle down with a 'Micheal' and build herself an endearing life.
Wasn't that what all companions did, at some point?
She was approaching the edge of the shore, her bare feet enjoying the fresh water and her eyes paining and weeping at the sight of the sun, dazzling despite the early hour.
She knew exactly where to look. The point of the beach in which the TARDIS appeared.
So, she looked, feeling pity for her own boundless stupidity.
Nothing.
She was shedding her first tears, when suddenly something, somebody, appeared out of nowhere, precisely where she had been longingly looking for years.
Rose nearly fainted.
That couldn't be possible. Was it a figment of her imagination?
A peculiarly light figure was greeting her, standing in that exact point the TARDIS had landed ages before.
"No more second thoughts" she quietly whispered to herself in elation, and so she ran, faster she's ever had run before, her hair and clothes floating in the sea wind. She could even hear the distant sound of the TARDIS and the murmur from the late metacrisis on repeat… she felt like dreaming, taking off and flying towards him, his hands… and then she reached it.
Nobody was there.
She felt like she just swallowed all of the sand in that bay. Again, it felt so real… she covered her face with her sweaty hands and started crying, like every time.
At a particular moment in her discomfort she got a strong feeling, though, as if someone was just behind her back.
She turned around and she saw… herself.
Her same exact face.
Her own features and build.
Standing there, wearing a fancy, short and polished white dress, with stiff folds.
There were some spots on it, that reflected so much light that they looked like proper tiny stars.
Her left arm was surrounded by a stain of yellow fluctuating particles, which looked strangely familiar. She had very curly long hair and strange, wild eyes…
"This date is the one" she explained, in a weird resounding and echoed high voice.
"What?" Rose was astonished. She really was becoming nuts. Even though she looked perfectly… concrete…
"He's going to arrive, very soon, through the reopened gap between all of the parallel worlds" she replied, a solemn look on her face, without looking at her "Unexplainable forces in the Universe have joined to generate such an extraordinary phenomenon. There is no science, no technology which could've had conceived all of this: the complete and spontaneous unsealing… it's almost ready. He'll be here and I must leave. I just wanted to record this particular and useful moment in time and see me before it happened. How remarkable! How fascinating!"
"But… you are me… from the future" Rose muttered, in an utter and intensive shock "And for 'him' you mean the Doctor, right? Is he coming? The gap's unsealed… oh my God! Is he…! Oh, I can't believe it, I-"
She was interrupted by her future her chuckling, in a ridiculously feminine way. She sounded like a hyena. Rose saddened. Why would her not care, even if in the future? As if what she had just said weren't that important. What was she going to become? And what the hell were those particles? And what the hell was about to happen?!
"Nice of the inhabitants to call this bay after me. I've been here for barely one minute!" she commented, her voice getting thinner, and spikier… she pointed at the Dårlig Ulv Stranden, 'Bad Wolf Bay' signboard and started chuckling again, louder.
"It's always been called that…" Rose faintly replied. Her nerves were vibrating like violin strings and her head was constantly bumping into the disbelief of her own eyes. What even…
Future her turned back with a straight, slightly pouting face.
"As if you don't know."
Then, she clenched her left fist, the one surrounded by the familiar yellow particles, and vanished.
Rose was barely standing. She held her forehead to help herself not to swoon.
Her brain was literally blowing up and the heat didn't help.
She didn't even begin to think or question anything: she simply surrendered to the exhilaration to the impossible.
She was right, he was back, and she was now waiting.