[Is it crying more metal if you're doing it while getting ready to ride your motorcycle? Clara spends awhile just sitting on the back steps of her house, Shelley barking at her from inside, helmet in one hand and face in the other. There's a miserable pit in her stomach that she can't imagine ever filling. Her head says to let the Doctor help, but her heart wants to tear away and rage.
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the christmas i got you the guitar, it was because i'd run off for three weeks i just rode my motorcycle up and down the coast because it was easier than coming home and telling you that something bad had happened to me the guitar was an apology when cosima and i had our first fight i ran off to the mountains of tennessee to hunt monsters and when you left last summer i solved a ring of armed robberies i suppose we both run from our grief maybe you're where i learned it
i don't know how to talk to you about it because i don't know what to say you saved my life, gave me a future even if it's a peculiar one and here i am, running so i won't think about how badly i want it to all be over
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the christmas i got you the guitar, it was because i'd run off
for three weeks i just rode my motorcycle up and down the coast because it was easier than coming home and telling you that something bad had happened to me
the guitar was an apology
when cosima and i had our first fight i ran off to the mountains of tennessee to hunt monsters
and when you left last summer i solved a ring of armed robberies
i suppose we both run from our grief
maybe you're where i learned it
i don't know how to talk to you about it because i don't know what to say
you saved my life, gave me a future even if it's a peculiar one
and here i am, running so i won't think about how badly i want it to all be over