twelve-years: “Everything is so blue, the ocean, the Tardis, the sky, his eyes. Everything is so wild… the universe, his joy, her love. But it is just a dream. She is still waiting alone in the dark. She suddenly feels the sand under her feet, warm and smooth. She doesn’t hear the sound of the waves. She just feel the sand and the sun on her skin. She hears a whisper. I’m sorry. Everything is so cold now, even the beach, even her hands here in her garden trying to hold back her chest from falling apart. Everything is fading : the sun, the stars, the scent. She is trying to hang on on it. It is running away like water. She wants to close the Pandora’s box. She is aching in her whole body just like she has been hit by a train. Gotcha. The softness of his lips on her forehead, the brightness of his smile like a promise, the tenderness of his arms. You are all I ever remember. She is high now, bigger than the sky, bigger than the cage she is trapped in. She tries to reach for him, up there in the milky way. Her raggedy Doctor. Five minutes. He will be there in a second, she knows he will. He promised. He is kissing her; she is disappearing in ecstasy. It’s like a conquest! They are like Vespuchi on the edge of his discovery, facing the unknown. It’s a crack! She is falling asleep on her suitcase. Five minutes.You have to remember. The tears are drowning her cheeks. They drop on her arms like the rain on the window: flop, flop, flop. Something old, something blue, something borrowed, something blue.”

twelve-years:

“Everything is so blue, the ocean, the Tardis, the sky, his eyes. Everything is so wild… the universe, his joy, her love. But it is just a dream. She is still waiting alone in the dark. She suddenly feels the sand under her feet, warm and smooth. She doesn’t hear the sound of the waves. She just feel the sand and the sun on her skin. She hears a whisper. I’m sorry. Everything is so cold now, even the beach, even her hands here in her garden trying to hold back her chest from falling apart. Everything is fading : the sun, the stars, the scent. She is trying to hang on on it. It is running away like water. She wants to close the Pandora’s box. She is aching in her whole body just like she has been hit by a train. Gotcha. The softness of his lips on her forehead, the brightness of his smile like a promise, the tenderness of his arms. You are all I ever remember. She is high now, bigger than the sky, bigger than the cage she is trapped in. She tries to reach for him, up there in the milky way. Her raggedy Doctor. Five minutes. He will be there in a second, she knows he will. He promised. He is kissing her; she is disappearing in ecstasy. It’s like a conquest! They are like Vespuchi on the edge of his discovery, facing the unknown. It’s a crack! She is falling asleep on her suitcase. Five minutes.You have to remember. The tears are drowning her cheeks. They drop on her arms like the rain on the window: flop, flop, flop. Something old, something blue, something borrowed, something blue.”


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