This is the story of how I died. That was the strangest line I ever had to say, I mean I had to say all that Cassandra stuff but still that's the one I regretted the most; not only because it would be one of the last but it was the one I felt something at.
It was my last day when we finally filmed both the first and the last scenes in my final episode of Doctor Who, I was talking to David just before our final shoot we were planning our meetings for the next couple of months and I was trying my hardest to get out of these meetings I mean I need to move on, there is no point in hanging around in the past even if it is with David apparently according to my friend Rachel I "love" him, but that can't be right I can't like him. I'm allowed now I'm not working on Doctor Who so that could work...
But he doesn't like me, does he? But he'd tell me if he did, wouldn't he?
I wish he would, then I wouldn't have to even think about getting it wrong with him like I did with all the rest.
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Sorry for such a short chapter it's just the first story I have written on here.
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