Well, if you'd hoped it might resume the impromptu kissing session your plan sadly backfired, Doctor. Instead, the words--spoken aloud, so open and honest ad without question--merely broke through a carefully constructed wall. Through scars to renew the wound of watching him vanish in Pete's arms as if it were only moments before.
All that was left was a ruined Rose, inconsolable, weeping, and sobbing against that poor battered shirt of his. Her Doctor...her beloved Doctor, lost so long ago. He'd loved her, and...now she didn't grieve for him. She grieved for that lost girl who'd never gotten to hear the words, never been brave enough to say them first.
That girl she wasn't any more. Somewhere in the mindless words and tears, she managed just a bit of lucidity. "Don't...deserve it anymore."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2010-04-08 02:05 am (UTC)All that was left was a ruined Rose, inconsolable, weeping, and sobbing against that poor battered shirt of his. Her Doctor...her beloved Doctor, lost so long ago. He'd loved her, and...now she didn't grieve for him. She grieved for that lost girl who'd never gotten to hear the words, never been brave enough to say them first.
That girl she wasn't any more. Somewhere in the mindless words and tears, she managed just a bit of lucidity. "Don't...deserve it anymore."