Almost. What a painful word.

’We almost made it…’ ‘He almost loved me…’ ‘She almost was good enough…’ ‘They almost survived…’

Almost. What a shame almost is.

The Doctor would quite confidently say that almost was, rather literally, the saddest word in the whole wide universe. He’d had too many almost ’s in his centuries of life - in fact, he’d had enough to last him until the final day as well.

And you? Well… you were just another one. Another almost. Almost his… Almost forever… Almost love…. He almost wasn’t lonely anymore. But just like all the rest of his companions: the time eventually came where you had to leave. Leave him.

But… as awful as almost is… it’s also quite a joyous word - optimistic, perhaps? Because, you almost left. Only almost.

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You now stood, stationary and still as your back was facing him. You stared at the door, your feet and brain refusing to work in harmony as your body forced you to stop. Stop and think. You could keep walking… let your brain win and stroll out those blue, double TARDIS doors and be an almost or… you could turn back around, look the Time Lord in his eye and stay.

What do you do?