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Comfort by BellaRose [Reviews - 2]  Author's Notes: | |
All I had wanted to do was see my daddy again.
I had just wanted to be there for him, be there so he didn’t have to go alone. But I screwed up, and now I wouldn’t be surprised if he hated me. I hate me, for killing him.
Oh god, I killed him. Even If it had all got sorted and he’s here now, he was dead, and that was my fault. He said don’t touch the baby, but me, in my stupid bloody screwed up mind did it anyway.
He hadn’t seemed mad when he had taken my hand and we had walked back to the Tardis together. But then we had entered, and I was on the verge of tears again, so I dropped his hand and walked quickly towards my bedroom. He could be furious at me now, he could never forgive me. I would never forgive me. So I had carelessly toed off my trainers, and without even bothering to take off my clothes or jacket, laid down onto the bed and cried myself to sleep.
He must have come in to check on me, because when I woke up a good few hours later, the duvet was covering me and there was a still-steaming cup of tea on the night table.
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