Thanks so much for doing this ♥ I am super excited! I'm sure you'll do fabulously!! Oh, and if you have any questions, ask away! I am at your beck and call, love.
The last night she did it was a Sunday. She was sixteen. She took her suitcase outside, of all the things that were the Doctor, and waited. It was a tiny suitcase now, a child's toy. She sat beside it, instead of on top of it, and she waited. She was determined. He would know she was waiting, he would hear it somehow, in the stars. He would come back and take her to see all the beautiful things she had missed out on living in this timeless, dead village. He was going to come back, she told herself. Before now she just hadn't believed hard enough
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The path had been terrible and beautiful. There were parts she regretted, parts she could never forget, though she'd managed to forget them anyway. She'd flitted through every emotion, remembered losing Rory, finding him again. Her path had been stunted and spotted, like the Doctor's return trips back and forth into her life. Rory's had been different. When the Doctor came back, when they remembered the Doctor, Rory was still solid and real and human but she could see the centuries she had stood outside her box and waited for her weighting his eyes
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