She didn't want him to go. She didn't want him to go. She thought she felt pain once, trapped on the other side of the wall, slapping her palm against it. She thought she felt pain on that beach, saying goodbye to the Doctor. That was nothing compared to the sudden, surprising knife twisting in her chest. Her heart. Her lungs. Her stomach. It all... it hurt, so badly. That wasn't fair. That's not how it was meant to happen. They were... he was... oh, god, did she love him. Sudden and insane, illogical and impossible, but it didn't matter. Maybe she should have said it before now. Maybe she should have done more. If she'd known they were running out of time...
She'd have run. She'd have taken him and run, far and forever, across the stars, but not this. She'd never have been prepared for this. This wasn't fair.
Before she could react, the lab-workers were tugging him away, seemingly ignorant of their joined hands, which were tugged apart. "Wait, hang on, but I--"
She wasn't ready! Then again, though, would she ever really be? One of them led her back despite her protests. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real.
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Date: 2011-12-30 02:22 pm (UTC)She'd have run. She'd have taken him and run, far and forever, across the stars, but not this. She'd never have been prepared for this. This wasn't fair.
Before she could react, the lab-workers were tugging him away, seemingly ignorant of their joined hands, which were tugged apart. "Wait, hang on, but I--"
She wasn't ready! Then again, though, would she ever really be? One of them led her back despite her protests. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real.