rose tyler (ex_rosetyler358) wrote in aternaville, |
The best kind of therapy came from walking, from taking a few moments of time and stepping away to become reacquainted with the outside world. Rose had been part of a generation that looked at life through television screens and listened through headphones, missing the little things, at times, that had the potential to be the greatest joys. She had gone along this path until she was sixteen, and only then had she begun to realize how many wonderful things there were to notice in the world. It wasn't an affliction that she and Mickey had shared right away, but with the Doctor that had all changed. Of course Mickey had come around to that notion later, but by then it had been too late. Rose had changed, and there had been no going back.
The park was quietly beautiful, and for a moment Rose was reminded of apple grass and the sweet, tangy scent best coupled with a salty breeze that drew up from ocean water. Memories were powerful and painful things, they could wash back and up as if they'd never left and knock a person off their feet without warning. But thankfully now, Rose was more steady than she had been in past years of her life and she could keep herself upright.
It was impossible to mistake his posture, his back, the way his arms were held, everything about him. She would have known him anywhere, even if it had been impossible for her to see him again. Even now, Rose had to touch her teeth against her lower lip to keep it from trembling. Memories really are that powerful.
"Fantastic? Still like the sound of that," she said, her fingers nudging holds into the pockets of her jeans. It kept her hands from fidgeting, and in turn kept herself from looking as nervous as she felt.