Doctor Who: Insomnia II
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milieva_ficsTitle: Insomnia II
Characters: Rose (Ten/Rose)
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60damnprompts: 60 days in the life of Rose Tyler: Day 29: Clothes(Table)
Author’s Note I have a goal of attempting to finish these before the month is out. Perhaps I can even do it before the official three year anniversary of be starting these. It would be nice to have them done, as I don’t plan to give up on them.
<< Previous: Day 28: Leather
The jacket had been the starting point. It had sparked a thought that started with her sorting through the various articles of clothing in her drawers. There were so many things she couldn’t wear anymore and couldn’t hope to wear again.
Her mother said she’d lose the weight, but Rose wasn't so sure.
Ripping the dress out of the wardrobe, she threw it on the floor. The dress was quickly followed by another. Three tops and one rather short skirt quickly added to the pile. Just because she couldn’t wear it didn’t mean someone else couldn’t enjoy it. She’d give it to charity.
Rose’s determination faltered when she laid her hands on the rucksack on the wardrobe floor. With out even looking, she knew what was inside, more clothing that stopped fitting months ago.
When she’d first been stranded, she had assumed it would be for a few months, maybe a few years. In the back of her mind, she always believed he’d come back for her, and she made sure she would be ready, by keeping a bag packed on the off chance.
It was stupid.
He wasn’t coming back. Grabbing the rucksack, she hurled it onto the growing pile before she even realized she’d been crying. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she couldn’t remember when they had started. She wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve and told herself she was being stupid.
She carefully shut the wardrobe door and waddled back to her bed and crawled back under her duvet. Her arm throbbed from the over use, but she didn’t care. It was something to get her mind off the heartache. Maybe tomorrow would be better.
Next: Day 30: France >>
Characters: Rose (Ten/Rose)
Prompt:
60damnprompts: 60 days in the life of Rose Tyler: Day 29: Clothes(Table)Author’s Note I have a goal of attempting to finish these before the month is out. Perhaps I can even do it before the official three year anniversary of be starting these. It would be nice to have them done, as I don’t plan to give up on them.
<< Previous: Day 28: Leather
The jacket had been the starting point. It had sparked a thought that started with her sorting through the various articles of clothing in her drawers. There were so many things she couldn’t wear anymore and couldn’t hope to wear again.
Her mother said she’d lose the weight, but Rose wasn't so sure.
Ripping the dress out of the wardrobe, she threw it on the floor. The dress was quickly followed by another. Three tops and one rather short skirt quickly added to the pile. Just because she couldn’t wear it didn’t mean someone else couldn’t enjoy it. She’d give it to charity.
Rose’s determination faltered when she laid her hands on the rucksack on the wardrobe floor. With out even looking, she knew what was inside, more clothing that stopped fitting months ago.
When she’d first been stranded, she had assumed it would be for a few months, maybe a few years. In the back of her mind, she always believed he’d come back for her, and she made sure she would be ready, by keeping a bag packed on the off chance.
It was stupid.
He wasn’t coming back. Grabbing the rucksack, she hurled it onto the growing pile before she even realized she’d been crying. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she couldn’t remember when they had started. She wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve and told herself she was being stupid.
She carefully shut the wardrobe door and waddled back to her bed and crawled back under her duvet. Her arm throbbed from the over use, but she didn’t care. It was something to get her mind off the heartache. Maybe tomorrow would be better.
Next: Day 30: France >>
