realmofthemuse prompt 1.42.1
If I could, I would take my Doctor to someplace safe and make sure that we talked until we both told the truth.
Truth has always been difficult between us. It isn't that we lied, exactly. I would never lie to him, and I don't think he lied to me very often. And we told each other a hundred truths. But they were little truths, the sort that can be tossed away easily because they're so unimportant. Little truths can be forgiven if they fall short.
There was a distance between us, a distance of years and lifetimes and generations. We never learned how to get across that distance. We never told each other the truth, not with whole hearts that could accept the truths and cherish them. The times we said the things we felt and feared were desperate times, sad ending times. Desperate words don't live long enough to make the bridge we needed, and that's all we ever had in the end.
Desperate, brief words.
Truth has always been difficult between us. It isn't that we lied, exactly. I would never lie to him, and I don't think he lied to me very often. And we told each other a hundred truths. But they were little truths, the sort that can be tossed away easily because they're so unimportant. Little truths can be forgiven if they fall short.
There was a distance between us, a distance of years and lifetimes and generations. We never learned how to get across that distance. We never told each other the truth, not with whole hearts that could accept the truths and cherish them. The times we said the things we felt and feared were desperate times, sad ending times. Desperate words don't live long enough to make the bridge we needed, and that's all we ever had in the end.
Desperate, brief words.