i! need! chapter! 25!!!!!!!

fic: Time Will Tell, p25/?

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~  Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10 ~ Part 11  ~ Part 12 Part 13 ~ Part 14 ~ Part 15 ~ Part 16 ~ Part 17 ~ Part 18 ~ Part 19 ~ Part 20 ~ Part 21 ~ Part 22 ~ Part 23 ~ Part 24

The Doctor was fidgeting. He’d fixed the taps. Mickey had gone to bed. And so here he was, waiting alone, in the galley. Why hadn’t Rose come back yet? She said she’d meet him in here after using the loo. So why was she taking so long? 

Had she changed her mind?

His leg jiggled restlessly as he sat at the table. His patience was next to nothing at the best of times. Now, he was…oh, he was aching for her to return, so that he could finish telling her what he’d started to before Mickey had interrupted them.

Just as he was getting ready to jump up and go in search of her, Rose entered the galley. She was smiling nervously, and tugging at her earring. He grinned in what he hoped was a reassuring way, and stood up, coming to stand in front of her.

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You came in at Chapter 3, entitled “I met you for the first time”. Then again in Chapter 7, entitled “You remembered my name and smiled at me”. In Chapters 8 and 9, you were the person behind me while we were waiting in line. We spoke for an hour and a half, you cracked lame jokes and I rolled my eyes, and I fondly called it “You were secretly a dork”.

Chapter 12 was, “I was having a shitty day when we crossed paths and you told me a pun so terrible that I forgot why my day was shitty in the first place”. 

Chapter 13 was a secret. It didn’t have a title, didn’t really have much words either, aside from a single line: “Why does my heart beat so fast at the sight of you?”

In Chapter 15, I realized the answer to my question. We exchanged ‘good morning’s in the middle of the hallway, people walking by around us, and you suddenly handed me an origami rose. I asked you what it was for. You shrugged, smiling, and told me, “It was pretty. I wanted you to have it.” And then you walked away. Chapter 15 was called “I think I’m in love with you.”

The next few chapters weren’t really all that interesting, just late night confessions and secret wishes and wondering whether there was a chance you felt the same way about me. All of them were dedicated to your name.

In Chapter 20, you gave me another origami rose and told me to have a good day. I called it, a little naively, “I think you’re in love with me, too.”

Chapter 22 had a plot twist I wasn’t ready for. You were smiling in my direction, waving hello, and I thought it was the greatest day of my life. I raised my hand, ready to wave back, when you shouted the name of another girl. She was beautiful. Too beautiful. Nothing I can ever begin to compete with. She met you in the middle and you kissed her and I entitled this chapter, “I was a fool”.

Chapter 25 was “I didn’t need you anyway.” Chapter 27 was “I hate you.” Chapter 30 was “I’m over you.” 32 was “No, I’m not." 

Chapter 34 was written when I was drunk and all it said was "I still have your origami roses.” Eventually, I stopped writing. I forgot about you. 

Five years later, we bumped into each other at the store and you gave me the brightest grin a stranger could possibly give. 

That night I wrote Chapter 35 and I cried when I finished. It was entitled, “I’m still in love with you.

—  You were so many chapters in my life story, and I was nothing more than a passing character in yours//excerpts from a book I’ll never write #5