That’s all she needs to hear — almost; every night she’s dreamt of the Doctor standing on that empty beach in Norway, the last of the most important words she might ever have heard cut off by the walls of the parallel worlds closing between them, trapped in either side. Torchwood had been their accidental creation and their untimely undoing.
His words now, so sincere her heart nearly breaks all over again, leave her reeling, grateful for his secure grip, appreciating the moment to take him in, lifting a hand back up to his face. "I’ve missed you, so much. It’s hard to remember who I am, without you." Rose settles her other hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of two separate pulses beneath her palm, giving him another smile, slightly more bashful now that she’s starting to gather her senses again.
"I’m back where I’m meant to be, with you." She can’t tell if she’s saddened or relieved to find him alone, without a traveling companion. She can have him all to herself, even if it’s just for a little while.
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Date: 2019-07-10 05:38 pm (UTC)His words now, so sincere her heart nearly breaks all over again, leave her reeling, grateful for his secure grip, appreciating the moment to take him in, lifting a hand back up to his face. "I’ve missed you, so much. It’s hard to remember who I am, without you." Rose settles her other hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of two separate pulses beneath her palm, giving him another smile, slightly more bashful now that she’s starting to gather her senses again.
"I’m back where I’m meant to be, with you." She can’t tell if she’s saddened or relieved to find him alone, without a traveling companion. She can have him all to herself, even if it’s just for a little while.