[The Doctor]

This story is set as if the Doctor and Rose were normal people living in a normal world. Many things are unclear however I feel that it adds to the overall effect.

That bay. This bay. The only bay I will ever need and want to remember. The water reflecting the grey clouds causing land and sea to combine in infinite majesty. It was like that before; it was like that now. Standing here as the sharp wind blew unforgiving over the sand, I felt the chill of the gust against my eyes and I remembered the worst day of my life, again.

The jeep ground to a halt on the sand. The engine stopped and the quiet ticking of contracting metal filled the air. I just sat there. My mum and dad silent, my ex-boyfriend, now loyal friend, caught my eye and broke the stillness with the question that was the only question that mattered. “Will he come?”

A tear escaped from my eye and I gave the answer that I already knew a thousand times over, “If he can.” The answer didn’t seem to do it justice. Such a simple answer to a question with a plethora of solutions. A Rubik's cube with 14 sides.

Sitting in the jeep for hours. Drifting in and out of sleep. Sleep was the only true escape from this, from everything. But whenever I closed my eyes his persona would envelop me and I was snapped out of my stupor only to start the cycle again.
The cycle was broken. My mental trauma was disrupted by the sound of a vehicle. Over the horizon a mini eased into view. I loved that car. Mainly for how un-dashing he looked in it. It had always made me laugh. All the adventures it had accompanied us on were bouncing around in my brain and contemplating the fact that we would never be able to escape on another wild endeavour pushed the faintest fleeting images of happiness from my thoughts.

I stood on the sand, the chill of the wind not bothering me. The shape of his body silhouetted against the white sand was all I needed to keep me going. We simultaneously broke into a run, quickly eliminating the space between us. He looked the same as when we met. Brown suit, white sneakers, and the wind caressed his wild hair keeping it constantly on the move. The wind was so lucky. Forever doing what I never could. Stopping within an inch of each other we met each other’s eyes for the first time since long ago. I opened my mouth to say something, anything. Once we got started we could talk about nothing forever. Instead I just broke into a laugh and he followed suit. I knew he was feeling the same terrible feelings as I was, but at this moment, it was his fault and I hated him for it.

As we locked gazes again the laughter subsided. Tears escaped my eyes again. The awkward moment was broken by the sound of his voice saying the two words I never wanted him to stop saying, my name. After uttering this, words failed him. He kept opening his mouth to speak before hastily closing it again. I wanted to say his name, the name I would never again be able to say. But it wouldn’t come. It only stumbled out as “You came.” He then broke into one of his cataclysms of speech which always chilled me; long words, contradicting and arguing with himself. All the things that made me love him. What was he waffling on about? Something about love and luck and the traffic, but I didn’t care. I just lost myself in his magnificence. I didn’t need anything else, I was happy. I had all I wanted. It was brilliant, yet horrific.

I re-entered reality. He’d mentioned I still had my family. I simply replied that it wouldn’t be the same. He gave me his puzzled look. I had to tell him now. There would be no other time. It was the night before all this had happened when everything was perfect. It wasn’t planned. Now I had this responsibility that he could never share.

It was time now. He was leaving with all he needed to know. I fleetingly asked if I would ever hear from him again. He said he didn’t need to answer. I knew he’d say something like that. Being as cryptic as the day we met. He began to turn and I just let out the phase, “I love you.” He paused for a moment before breaking into a smile. That was it. He was now in the distance, his silhouette growing ever smaller on the horizon.

“All my love to long ago,” I whispered so only I could hear. He was gone.

[Kelsey]

You have a WONDERFUL writing style, this was just beautiful! Makes me want to rewatch Doomsday. I did actually get a little teary eyed at the end, no lie.

Keep it up!

[Donna Torchwood]

Very nicely done!