The Cure To A Broken Heart

Chapter 20 ~ Goodnight

(A/n): I'm hoping this will be a fantastical surprise for everyone. I know I very clearly stated that I wouldn't make another chapter- that my inspiration had run dry.. it seemed perfectly feasible to stop the story where it was. You escaped! You got your happy ending. But for some reason, everyone wanted more. I refused to write another chapter for so long- and the more I waited, the more impossible it seemed for me to pick this story back up. But as time progressed, I found myself feeling more and more distraught about leaving all of my fans hanging- waiting with a quenching thirst for that final, promised chapter. So here it is, after nearly a year of wait. This chapter, it's made especially for all my fans. All of my beloved readers that I left in wait. Thank you!

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        Darkness seemed to plague the thriving lands of paradise quicker than I thought they would. My eyes grew heavy, weighted by the peaceful ambiance and flaunting shadows. Exhaustion crashed onto the two of us like heavy rocks falling straight from the appalling lights in the sky, bringing us both to a tired embrace on the ground. The Doctor, on the other hand, just seemed happy to finally get off his feet. I'd never felt something so comfortably soft beneath me. I found myself snuggling helplessly into the stalky, green blades of grass that decorated the underbrush. Though, not quite as much as I found myself falling helplessly into the doctor's grasp. You could tell by the glint in his eyes he'd never been more profoundly content in all of his life, smiling toward me amorously.

        I looked to him in awe, seeing the complex universe around us reflect in his discolored eyes. The shimmering lights that twinkled in the blanketing darkness above us danced carelessly in those dim pools. One, a dull grayish blue, containing all of the idyllic scenery around us, the other, a haunting white, crystal clear, flickering with the twinkling lights coming skyward.

        A certain feeling welled up in my chest, fighting to free itself from the cage of my ribs. It was a familiar feeling, now; I knew it well since the first time I had gazed so thoughtfully to the doctor's scarred face and knew that he was the one my soul yearned for. Quietly, I leaned closer to him, resting my hand gently upon his chest, frivolously rubbing my fingertips over his clothes, enjoying the rough, leathery texture beneath my hand. My face neared his, resting my forehead thoughtlessly against his, feeling his warm breath tickle my lips.

        Suddenly, I was taken back to that dim office room from so many nights ago. The room, though shrouded in thought of agonizing nights alone and unbearably confusing nightmares, contained lighter, vivacious memories. Those of remediating my thoughts to this mysterious SCP, and of being mere inches from a first kiss.

        Now, I found myself desiring for this more than I had the first time around. I realized I was almost desperately clenching onto his shirt in my hands, nestling up against him impossibly close. I looked him in the eyes, finding he had been staring right back with his captivating gaze, seeking admiration and deference in the places that I could not even find admirable by myself.

        Before I became endlessly lost in those prepossessing orbs of his, I closed mine and pushed forward into him lovingly. My lips molded into his perfectly, and at first, he gave a light flinch.

        He held completely still for a protracting second, tense before pulling his arms tighter around my form, enclasping my body against his own, forcing his lips tighter to mine in a passionate, loving kiss. My brain raced with thoughts as I clung to him fondly, eventually pulling my lips from his and snuggling into him endearingly. I could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, feeling the increasing heat of the blood rushing to his cheeks. He looked at me in even more amazement than he had before as if by kissing him I had enlightened him with all the knowledge he'd never obtained.

        "I love you so much, my darling.." he murmured now, holding my head under his chin and running his gloved hands absently through my hair, closing his eyes as he rested his lips against my forehead, "..the only person in the world."

        My heart nearly skipped a beat, hearing his low, savory voice so close and wavering in this field of safety. I was drawing closer and closer to the inevitable abyss of sleep. I kissed him once more on his chin, closing my eyes as I snuggled tighter into him.

       "I love you too, Doctor..." I sighed out contently, feeling my body giving way to exhaustion, "I'll talk to you tomorrow.....goodnight." I muttered quietly, a smile playing at the corners of my lips.

        "Goodnight, dear..." He spoke in a tranquilizing tone, easing my brain farther into the silence. Slowly, the noise of the crickets around us and the gentle breeze running through the leaves overhead came to a hush, and the Doctor's caring touch felt light as a feather. But of all things, the love lingered, and the thrilling feeling of deep affection for the perplexing SCP held tight around my heart.

       Goodnight, Doctor.

        Goodnight.