no idea... or you tell meThe sound echoed off the walls as his open hand retrieved itself from her red face, shock in her teary eyes. His grey eyes were cold. 'I hate you.' He turned to leave.
'I don't believe that.' She swung her head to face him, he stopped.
'What do I need to do to make you believe this? To make you leave me?' He kept his back to her.
She shied away from his heartless voice. 'Look me in the eye and tell me you truly hate me, and I will forget you, every moment we spent together, every time our lips touched, every moment I felt safe in your arms, every conversation we ever had, every look we ever exchanged. When you pass me on the street we will be strangers, nothing familiar will pass between us, but only if you can say that you truly hate me.' She looked at his raven hair.
He turned and looked straight into her brown eyes. 'I truly hate you.' No lie showed in his eyes, they were emotionless ice.
She bowed her head, 'I'm sorr
Doctor WhoThe Doctor was lying on the metal floor of the TARDIS. 'It's not working,' he thought to himself. 'I can't remember her face.'Doctor Who9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He started yelling and kicking. He lifted himself up and walked to the room she used to sleep in. His brain could not control his body anymore. He kneeled next to the bed and rested his head on the soft blanket. Tears were bathing his face. His voice broke out and he was sobbing.
The Doctor raised his head and looked to the left. There she was. A rusty, foggy ghost image of Rose.
"No!" he yelled and buried his face back into the covers of the bed.
"Doctor, don't cry," Rose almost whispered. "I'm here."
"It's impossible. I used the last of the breach. I'm dreaming." He closed his eyes tightly, and tears fell from his face.
"You aren't. I found the last opening this time."
"THIS time," the Doctor chuckled.
Rose grinned and crossed her arms. "That's what I'm talking about! A little laugh."
"How am I supposed to laugh when you aren't here? When you're not a