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"So, what do you think of the most beautiful garden in the universe?"
Rose gazed around in aw, her mouth dropped open in amazement.
"Fantastic," She finally said. The Doctor smiled at the word. They had landed the TARDIS sometime ago, some odd distance away and she hadn't been able to find words since she had stepped out.
Rose stepped up to a white lily and sniffed it's pleasant sent, "I don't think I've ever seen such stunning flowers before. We always just bought ours from a local shop. They'd only last a couple days."
"Oh, these flowers will last weeks," the Doctor grinned as he looked up at a purple and pink morning glory, "Sometimes even months. Doesn't even matter what type it is or if its in season and they're always in bloom."
"Could I pick one?" She asked gently tracing her figure over its petals.
"Only if they'll let you. You have to have a good reason," He replied, "the flowers have a consciousness you know."
"We don't have problems with our flo
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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