FicWad

I’ve hated you since I found out who you truly were, but now you’re dying, and I know I’m too late. The way you look at me, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. The thought of you makes both my hearts beat faster. You swore to destroy the Earth, you planned to use the Toclofane, and I’m glad I stopped you, but I’m upset that you died. I wanted to mutter three words to you, but I said the wrong ones. I said ‘I forgive you’, when I meant ‘I love you’.

I love you, Harold Saxon, Master of my heart.