Her heart beats fast, her lungs burn, her legs move. She doesn't know where exactly she is going but she is moving; one foot after the other as she sprints away. From behind her still on the beach her mother and father scream for her to return. Only Mickey realizes just how badly she as to leave.

Tears stream down her face as she remembers running this fast with him. Hand in hand as bullets or arrows whiz by as people follow them, attempt to kill them. There wasn't a day in which they left the TARDIS without running for their lives. But there were days when they didn't leave the ship and spent the day wrapped up in the other. Always showing but never needing to say how in love they were.

But know they were separated forever. Now they were trapped on opposite universes. Now it is impossible to speak again much less see each other. Now he had been cut off right before he said the three little words to her. Now she will never have another opportunity to hear him say it again.

She will never know just what it is like to hear him tell her. She will never know what it is like to kiss him as her. Never know the extent of the adoration in his eyes as he looks at her when she cannot see.

She will never again feel his chest beneath her head as they curled together on the couch reading a book in the library or watching a movie in the theater. Never again feel him lift her into his arms in a bone crushing hug after another adventure. Never again listen to the alien or English curses coming from under the console as she watches him 'fix' something that doesn't need to be fixed. Never again be woken up to early from her sleep cycle to a bouncing, excited Time Lord with a cup of tea. She will never again watch him run around the console flying them somewhere new and see him smile up at her just before he pulls the finally lever. Never again hear his voice. Never again run side by side with him. Never again feel his hand in hers.

And it fucking hurts. So she runs to forget. She runs to focus on the pain in her legs and in her lungs rather than the pain in her heart; though her hand subconsciously reaches out to find a waiting hand that will never be there again.

Unknowingly, a universe away a Time Lord sits in a rose garden in his ship. He stares ahead at the pink roses using them to remind him of his pink and yellow Rose. He heard her say the words but he struggled to say them back and he regrets it so much. But he remembers her; her voice, her laugh, her eyes, her determination, her kindness; he can never forget. He will not let himself forget. His hand subconsciously goes out to the side and wiggles his fingers to wait for a hand that will never again find it.

So as she runs to forget he sits to remember.

I was going through my documents and found this not exactly sure when I wrote though I do recall being very bored.

I'm trying to work on finishing all the plot ideas I have but I seem to constantly get distracted and lose my thought process. Hopefully I can make my publishing more consistent then it has been these last few years.

Anyways the review box is down here.