when you were gone and so alone
Have some protective!Ten. Yay.
I'm sorry I'm not very enthusiastic right now. Any other circumstances would have me waxing poetic about how tightly he was holding her, about how determined his eyes were, about how bloody much he wanted her to be safe. But these aren't any other circumstances. These are these circumstances.
I just posted my farewell on EC.
It shouldn't be affecting me like this. It shouldn't. I'm stronger than this, I can take it! But no, no I can't. Because I've been abnormally happy over the past few weeks and need a good flip-out freak-out to hold me over for the next two weeks.
God I'm going to miss it. But I need this. I do. I need to wrap up that loose end so I don't have it looming over my head.
This is good, this is good, this is good, this is good.
And maybe, just maybe, if I repeat it enough times I'll turn into Billie (not Piper, "Les Couleurs Qu'ils N'ont Plus" Billie) and I'll believe it.
Maybe.