For my wonderful Rose
It had been three months since he had seen her. Six months since he was made, created... trapped in a human body and left to do as he would. Rose had left, left him to try to "figure things out".
In that time he had run, attempted to leave behind every memory that connected to Rose, or to the life he could no longer live. Three months of running brought him back to London, to looking up where Rose was staying. He took a deep breath as he stood at the door to her flat, one more breath and a knock.
In that time he had run, attempted to leave behind every memory that connected to Rose, or to the life he could no longer live. Three months of running brought him back to London, to looking up where Rose was staying. He took a deep breath as he stood at the door to her flat, one more breath and a knock.