I remember everything. I remember everything as I stand here looking over the edge into the pit. The Chasm, the locals call it. I remember seeing the little girl, Amy, falling into it. I even remember seeing Jack fall into it as well. Somehow it was my entire fault. I can even see the Doctor standing behind me, his long brown trench coat reaching the ground, smelling so of him it makes my heart flutter when I’m near him. But not now. He is the one pushing me to do this. My own Doctor.
“Rose.” I hear him call to me. “Jump, Rose. It’s the only thing you’re good at, getting into trouble. I don’t even know why I let you come with me. Stupid ape.” He shakes his head in annoyance. “Jump!” I hear him say again.
I turn to him, tears in my eyes as I sob his name. “Why? Is this what you’ve always thought of me? Useless?”
He walks closer and I feel all the 900 years of his pain. The loss of his planet and his species. He’s the last of his kind, so lonely and I can feel all of it. The curse of the Chosen One. It’s too much! I can’t take it, I have to jump. Sacrifice myself for the good of the universe.
He touches me and I cry out. “Rose, you know that,” he says. His voice is like water running over a smooth stone, no ripples or splashes.
“Doctor, please. Help me,” I sob. The Doctor usually comes to my aid when I need him, but not today. He smiles and pushes me in. I scream as I plummet down into the Chasm.
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