Disclaimer: No, I don't own Doctor Who. No, I don't own Comic-Con 2009 badges. Yes, life sucks.
A/N: Journey's End. (NO you moron! It's Doomsday!) Ohhhhh, right. That must be the candy speaking...Thanks for pointing that out Mayet! (I'd have replied, but anonymous and allish...) Rose's thoughts on the beach. Bit angsty. Thought I'd take a break from all the fluff…Oh and thanks to Tessa and The Chibi's are Stalking Me for their consistent (awesome, stupendous, bloody brilliant) reviews!
Those Three Words
Rose didn't think she'd make it off the beach alive. She had died in one universe and knew that unless she could stop feeling, she'd died in this one too. The pain in her heart was so severe, she wished she could make it stop beating altogether. It didn't matter that she would stop living at the same time. Because the moment his image had disappeared, none of it seemed to matter. Air itself lost relevance. It wasn't just about losing him. She'd never been the kind of sop who literally couldn't live without a man. It was in the man himself that she'd lost. When he'd gone, she'd lost a part of herself. And now she was unraveling. Maybe that was the pain in her heart. Half of it was gone. And now, she'd never see him again, and the pain would never stop. She barely felt her mother's arms around her. Her skin had lost all feeling, her brain all rational thought. She could almost see the inside of the TARDIS. Feel the cool recycled air hitting her skin from above. None of it made sense. If she closed her eyes, she could almost see him. But none of it was real. He was gone.
She recalled his last words and felt her heart clench as tears continued to pour from her eyes. "I suppose, if it's my last chance to say it… Rose Tyler," he'd began. She could see the words on his lips. They'd been ready to tumble off his tongue and into the air. She'd heard them in his two heartbeats. Smelt it in the salty ocean air. Three words. Just three. And now she'd never hear them. Not from him. Not ever. And she suddenly realized how damaged she was. Because from then on, anytime she heard those words…in passing, directed at her, it didn't matter…anytime, the only meaning they would hold would be the memory of never hearing them from his lips.
A/N: I am so pumped up and ready to just sneak my way in to Comic-Con with a forged badge. I know a secret, so if I make it, I'll tell you all…all about it. Review please! I'm not feelin' the love!