Forget-Me-Not, Ten/Rose, Adult
She smiled up at him, and gently tugged him forward, to stand so close their bodies nearly touched. “Do you remember?” she asked, her voice nearly a whisper.
He frowned, a wave of uneasiness washing through him. There was so much he couldn't remember. “Remember what?”
“Your name.”
He thought carefully. A name,
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Something about the concept of time loops seems very fitting to the Doctor Who 'verse.
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I liked this very much. It's infinitely tragic, but there's something oddly hopeful about that ending despite this. Nice work.
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I'm glad you liked it. :) I love writing angst-- it seems to be a wonderful release sometimes-- but I can't help but put in that glimmer of hope at the end.
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I also thought immediately that it was John Smith's dream. But the reality of it is so much more tragic.
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Haunting and breathless. And the sex was hot, and full of love, and touching, and ethereal. Beautiful.
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