This is the point where my angsty heart shattered: “And now go out there and live your life,” the hologram continues. “Forget me, if you can. Just be happy and give that invaluable friendship of yours to someone who can give you something in return. Goodbye, Jack.”
*sniff* If he wasn't dead, I'd have to strangle him myself. I'd probably have to get in line behind Jack.
This part: There were only two kinds of people in his life: Those who’ll die soon, and the Doctor. Wow. You have such a way with words! You know exactly how to twist the proverbial knife to make me whimper. *sniff* Yes, I love you for it.
His light weight on top of him when he for once fell asleep in the human’s arms and Jack didn’t move all night for fear of disturbing him, or even his big ears and close cropped hair and the feeling of leather under his palms as they danced.
No one does angst like you. That's just the type of angst that I love. *sniff* So powerful...
Quick grammar check: “I suspect it’s save to leave it here then,” he mumbles, not wanting to see the thing ever again. Safe?
You sent it home with the message of love. *sighs happily* The most powerful force in the Universe. This has officially become my favorite story by you. :)
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This is the point where my angsty heart shattered: “And now go out there and live your life,” the hologram continues. “Forget me, if you can. Just be happy and give that invaluable friendship of yours to someone who can give you something in return. Goodbye, Jack.”
*sniff* If he wasn't dead, I'd have to strangle him myself. I'd probably have to get in line behind Jack.
This part: There were only two kinds of people in his life: Those who’ll die soon, and the Doctor. Wow. You have such a way with words! You know exactly how to twist the proverbial knife to make me whimper. *sniff* Yes, I love you for it.
His light weight on top of him when he for once fell asleep in the human’s arms and Jack didn’t move all night for fear of disturbing him, or even his big ears and close cropped hair and the feeling of leather under his palms as they danced.
No one does angst like you. That's just the type of angst that I love. *sniff* So powerful...
Quick grammar check: “I suspect it’s save to leave it here then,” he mumbles, not wanting to see the thing ever again. Safe?
You sent it home with the message of love. *sighs happily* The most powerful force in the Universe. This has officially become my favorite story by you. :)