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//It will always be a fundamental fact that the Doctor is the Master’s entire world and being and the reverse just doesn’t hold true. It’s nobody’s fault, it’s not the Doctor’s fault, in fact it’s healthy and good to have other friends, lovers, and life priorities aside your best friend (I do, everyone with a balanced life does), but oh man, it can be heartbreaking when you’re writing the jilted one. Even when the Doctor and Master are together, it’s the case, no matter how much the Master/Missy might claim “my world doesn’t revolve around you,” and it’s very, very sad.  

‘If I ask you, really really nicely, will you be

my
new
best
 friends … ?’

Ah. 

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Yes, of course.  

That’s what happens when you replace held hands with taunts, warm memories with trauma; when you forget how it is to be touched and held, except in a coercive way; when you bury your memory of love beneath your rage else you suffocate from the abandonment and its
roaring
gaping
gnawing
empty
echoing
sadness.  

When the object of your obsession, ardor and devotion is a kinetic thing, eternally and at her core.  

When a better version of you comes along and accomplishes what you could not, and would not, in a moment of foolish short-sightedness.  

When you are forgettable. 
When you are futile.
When you do not matter.
As you did not matter
when you looked into a hole in time and space
and saw your own smallness
and nothing else.