theatrical_muse Prompt #188: Write Two Letters...
Dear Mickey,
I suppose it's no use writing this, not now that you're back on the parallel Earth and there's not any way back there, but I suppose it needed writing all the same.
First off, I'm sorry. Sorry you got pulled into this whole mess without anyone ever asking you if you wanted it. I'm not sorry I went with the Doctor, but I am sorry that you're the one who got left behind. I thought if you could just see for a little while the things that I saw, if you came with us for a while, then you'd get it. I told myself that maybe the Doctor would let you stay, and I think in the end he would've.
But you left us, and you were right to. I wasn't fair to you, and maybe there's not any way I could've been.
I am sorry you're gone, though. That I won't be able to stop back home any time and see you. That we made you feel like it was a better place for you than with us.
I'm not sorry that you found something as important to you as traveling with the Doctor is to me, though. Because now you understand: there are just some things that are so much bigger than just us.
I miss you, Mickey. Have a fantastic life.
love,
Rose
***
Dear Doctor,
I supppose it's no use writing this, since that goodbye we said seemed pretty final, all things considered. It's pretty stupid to write something like this, since if I ever see you again I'll just think it's too silly to give to you anyway, and end up throwing it away. That's what I did with the letter I wrote to Mickey back when I thought I'd never see him again. It was all just nonsense and sentimental crap, which I'm sure this is going to turn into any minute now.
I'm not even sure what to say. I think I covered all the important bits back there on that beach. It's just...
I keep wondering if there wasn't some other way. If I'd done something different one time, maybe. If I'd held on a little tighter. If you'd jumped across the Void after me. If we'd just come back on a different day, or at a different time.
Sometimes I'm really angry at you, you know. For having a time machine but not being able to jump ahead and see that this would happen. For not being able to turn back time and pick me up again and this time not let us get torn apart that way again. I keep asking myself what use there is in having a time machine if you can't fix the things that really matter to you.
I know it's not fair, and I'm sorry for that, but it's how I feel sometimes. Only sometimes.
The rest of the time I figure I'm lucky enough. Got my parents back, didn't I? And a shiny new job besides. I guess I can forgive you this once for having blown up my old one.
I miss you, Doctor, but I'm trying to do what you told me. I'm trying to have a fantastic life.
love,
Rose.
[ooc: this one, amazingly, is taken entirely from canon, and no RPverse canon applies.]
I suppose it's no use writing this, not now that you're back on the parallel Earth and there's not any way back there, but I suppose it needed writing all the same.
First off, I'm sorry. Sorry you got pulled into this whole mess without anyone ever asking you if you wanted it. I'm not sorry I went with the Doctor, but I am sorry that you're the one who got left behind. I thought if you could just see for a little while the things that I saw, if you came with us for a while, then you'd get it. I told myself that maybe the Doctor would let you stay, and I think in the end he would've.
But you left us, and you were right to. I wasn't fair to you, and maybe there's not any way I could've been.
I am sorry you're gone, though. That I won't be able to stop back home any time and see you. That we made you feel like it was a better place for you than with us.
I'm not sorry that you found something as important to you as traveling with the Doctor is to me, though. Because now you understand: there are just some things that are so much bigger than just us.
I miss you, Mickey. Have a fantastic life.
love,
Rose
***
Dear Doctor,
I supppose it's no use writing this, since that goodbye we said seemed pretty final, all things considered. It's pretty stupid to write something like this, since if I ever see you again I'll just think it's too silly to give to you anyway, and end up throwing it away. That's what I did with the letter I wrote to Mickey back when I thought I'd never see him again. It was all just nonsense and sentimental crap, which I'm sure this is going to turn into any minute now.
I'm not even sure what to say. I think I covered all the important bits back there on that beach. It's just...
I keep wondering if there wasn't some other way. If I'd done something different one time, maybe. If I'd held on a little tighter. If you'd jumped across the Void after me. If we'd just come back on a different day, or at a different time.
Sometimes I'm really angry at you, you know. For having a time machine but not being able to jump ahead and see that this would happen. For not being able to turn back time and pick me up again and this time not let us get torn apart that way again. I keep asking myself what use there is in having a time machine if you can't fix the things that really matter to you.
I know it's not fair, and I'm sorry for that, but it's how I feel sometimes. Only sometimes.
The rest of the time I figure I'm lucky enough. Got my parents back, didn't I? And a shiny new job besides. I guess I can forgive you this once for having blown up my old one.
I miss you, Doctor, but I'm trying to do what you told me. I'm trying to have a fantastic life.
love,
Rose.
[ooc: this one, amazingly, is taken entirely from canon, and no RPverse canon applies.]