for realmofthemuse: 1.57.2: Lovely, Soft, Gentle, Kind

There is no middle ground for you. Things are or they aren't. They're good or they're evil. You're with or you're without.

Right now, you are most certainly without.

She's gone. The last you saw her she was winding her way through people in the 1930's, heading back to her own life, slipping away from you like a child in the fairground. Strong and self-assured, never needing to seek out the hand that guides. She knew her own way and she went it.

You imagine she must've waited a long time for you in Rome, in that place you promised but knew you wouldn't go to. You imagine her crying, imagine cradling her in your arms---the way it was before, when you were with---and you imagine how much you hated that man---that man you are now---for hurting her.

(  These are the things you have done. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,624
Based on roleplay with decadentmind and ninewho