Tenrose One-shots

Broadchurch

A random poem-like thing I wrote while listening to the soundtrack one day. I know it's not Tenrose, but I figured some of you would appreciate it.

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I miss him
I miss him so much
My heart feels empty and torn apart without him
Who took my baby?
I want him back!
He's my child, I brought him into this world!
Who would ever take him away from me?

Tears are streaming down my face as silent sobs shake my body
I don't care
I want him back
My Danny
Bring him back!

Anger replaces the pain,
Motivating me to get up and storm to Danny's room

The tears have dried up as rage replaced my emptiness
I know this complete feeling the anger gives me won't last,
But I need a break.

So I grab one of his drawings and stare at it.
How dare it taunt me so?
I've lost my son and it just stares at me,
Mocking my pain.

A scream of rage, pain, and anguish rips from my insides as I rip the drawing of our family apart.
And as the scream dies off, sobs replace it.

And the emptiness returns,
The gaping hole that just won't be filled.

As I realize what I've done,
I fall to the ground

I can't do this.
My Danny

"Please bring him back"
I whisper to no one in particular.
No one answers.

I grab Danny's pillow and curl up on the floor,
Wrapping myself around it.
Danny's smell was on it.

It hurt so much
My heart was shattered,
More than it had even been shattered before.
No, this wasn't right.
This was wrong.
Parents weren't supposed to outlive their children.

I cried into his pillow,
Those heart wrenching sobs that only grief can bring
And I felt myself fall apart.

I began to chant to myself in a whisper,
"It was my fault"
What if I had been a good parent?
What if I had protected my baby like I should have?
None of this would've happened.
It's my fault.
"It's my fault!" I screamed into the silence,
Grabbing my own hair and pulling painfully.

"Please, please, please,
Bring him back to me"
I whispered

I was so drained.
I felt that gaping hole in myself.
My sobs were tired
But I couldn't stop
I deserved this pain,
Because I wasn't a good enough parent

So I laid there,
Pain spreading throughout me.
I cried.
I blamed myself.
I grieved.

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Sometime later, I don't know how long, I felt Mark's arms around me.
I wanted to be alone now,
To wallow in my guilt.

But I needed somewhere to cry

So my tears stained his shirt,
Until he rocked me to sleep.