His Rose Tyler

"By me, I mean me, Violet Longacre.
And by him, I mean the Doctor."

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For as long as Violet Longacre could remember, she'd been alone. Sure, she was always surrounded by people, but it was the same monotone routine, the same aimless chatter, a world overflowing with people, but no one caring enough to look up. No one taking enough interest in the little brunette girl with the glittering turquoise eyes to actually see behind it.

Some people said it was because Violet hid her emotions, shielding her feelings beneath a wall of silence. But that wasn't the truth. Violet was a mystery waiting to be solved, a box sitting out in the open, watching hundreds upon hundreds of people pass by without so much as a glance.
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Violet Longacre was a chest, the key sitting right in the lock.

All you had to do was take the effort and twist it.
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And inside?

Inside the frail brunette it was so much fuller.

So much more exciting.

And so much bigger.