This is a wonderful companion to 'Last Place Finish'. Rose was never one to give up. I think the metaphors were well placed :)
This gave me chills... Those eyes haunt her even as her vision fades to black. It's as if they're burned into the back of her eyelids. She has seen coldness in them before, but not like this. They're like a vacancy advertisement where his soul used to be.
... and this gave me hope The Doctor is carrying her forward, and all her thoughts of bowing out of this race become academic. It does not matter anymore that she cannot run. He will run for her.
At least until she’s able to take up pace beside him again.
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This gave me chills...
Those eyes haunt her even as her vision fades to black. It's as if they're burned into the back of her eyelids. She has seen coldness in them before, but not like this. They're like a vacancy advertisement where his soul used to be.
... and this gave me hope
The Doctor is carrying her forward, and all her thoughts of bowing out of this race become academic. It does not matter anymore that she cannot run. He will run for her.
At least until she’s able to take up pace beside him again.
Thank you for another thoughtful ficlet.