I am closing this blog. I honestly just don’t see the point in it anymore— the majority of people Donna had a relationship with have essentially told me not the let the door hit me on the ass on my way out. It’s not fun anymore. I’m tired of taking shit every time I’m upset, or when I express how I feel. I’m tired of being told that its my fault my rp partners ditched me. I’m tired of logging on and watch everyone on my dash interact and being continuously told that they’re just not motivated to rp with me. I’m tires of the excuses and the hate and the harassment.
So goodbye. If you want to keep in touch, my Skype is skyflyer726.
Please? I’m in a “break your feels” mood.
Donna sat down and cracked open the old photo album, eyes scanning through the images of her family for a moment before settling on one of her, aged eight, and her father. It was one of her favourite photos, just the two of them sitting side-by-side under a tree, reading a book together. She traced a finger over it before flipping past, looking at all the other pictures of the two of them. She felt her heart clench in her chest and blinked away tears. It had been a long time since she’d cried over her dad, but it seemed like it was just going to be one of those days. “God, I miss you, Dad…” she whimpered.
Donna nodded, “Alright then.” She handed him a steaming mug, trying to thin what else she could say to make it better, or to at least offer some comfort. She couldn’t come up with a thing though, nothing could really fix what he was feeling. “Is there anything else you…
"Alright." She patted his shoulder comfortingly, then went to curl up once more with her own mug. She didn’t say anything more, instead allowing the two of them to sit in companionable silence, trying to think of anything that might help.
Can I phone a friend to enjoy group therapy with me or?
Are you alright, sweetheart?
"Ah, yes," he nodded. “We all have those, I’m afraid." Irving had a father, but he hadn’t cared for him, nor vice versa, so he couldn’t quite understand, though loss was very familiar.
She smiled waveringly at him and handed back his handkerchief. “Thank you,” she murmured, “I just need to get my mind off of things is all. You know how it is, I’m sure.” She ran a hand through her long red hair and sighed.
He held out a silk handkerchief to her. “I see,” he replied. It is coloured with enough disbelief that lets her know that he doesn’t buy it, but it’s perfectly easy for her to simply ignore the tone and take it as agreement.
She accepted the handkerchief gratefully, dabbing away any remaining tears. “Just one of those days,” she replied, “I’ll be fine.” And she would— she’d just shove how much she missed her father away once again, ignore how much it still hurt, and go on with her life.
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He’s not good with women and tears, so he’s a little apprehensive and wishes he could just leave. But that wouldn’t be a nice thing to do, would it? “…Are you all right?”
She started and looked up, hastily wiping away the tears that had escaped. “Fine!” she said hurriedly, “I’m fine.” She closed the album and set it aside, taking a deep breath to try and regain her composure.
"She’s out back. Made sure not to land in any of the garden beds this time, though," he answered. What he didn’t say, though, was that he’d tried going back seven years first to that day- to relive it even if he knew it would just cause more pain. But the TARDIS had refused to land, taking him instead to Donna’s back yard.
Donna nodded, “Alright then.” She handed him a steaming mug, trying to thin what else she could say to make it better, or to at least offer some comfort. She couldn’t come up with a thing though, nothing could really fix what he was feeling. “Is there anything else you need, Spaceman?” There was none of the usual sarcastic bite in the nickname today, just affection.
Donna, my love, I know it’s only been a few short years but you have grown so much since we parted. You’ve done so wonderfully in your life and found all that I’d ever hoped for you. Granted maybe I didn’t quite factor in the time travelling alien best mate or anything like that, but even with that seemingly impossible turn (though perhaps not as impossible as I originally thought looking back on that Christmas Eve gone by) I’m so happy for you. Your mother might not see it, but you’ve given her and me every reason to be proud of you. Who would’ve thought that my little girl would be travelling out there among the aliens that your granddad has been staring out at with that telescope of his? Who would’ve thought that you’d be saving people and worlds and the universe? Certainly not me, but I couldn’t be more proud of you Donna.
I miss you so much.
She sighed, reaching out to take his hand and give it a squeeze. “Blimey, you should have said something before… If you need anything just let me know, okay? I’m here for you.” She knew exactly what this meant for him, exactly how painful it must have been. “Want me to…
Donna shook her head, “I was up anyway. And don’t worry about it next time, make tea if you like. You know where everything is.” She stood up and headed to make him a strong cuppa with the still-hot water in the kettle. “Where’d you park the TARDIS, by the way?”
"Very enlightening, thank you," Donna replied drily, “Seriously, tell me what’s wrong. Better to tell me willingly than have me drag it out of you by force— and you know I will." She leaned back in her chair, taking another ling sip of tea. “Go on then, Spaceman. What…
She sighed, reaching out to take his hand and give it a squeeze. “Blimey, you should have said something before… If you need anything just let me know, okay? I’m here for you.” She knew exactly what this meant for him, exactly how painful it must have been. “Want me to make you some tea? We can talk about if you like… Or not. Whatever you need.”
This… could hurt.