Can't I just lose? Just This Once?

I've lost my Impossible Girl

In all of my long, long, long, well you get the point, life. Life. It's a funny old thing, isn't it? It can be full of joy. Of pain. Of acts that define our very existance. I've certainly seen alot with these old eyes. The birth of universe, war, peace. I've seen the wonders of the universe. Sometimes, I've traveled alone.

Alone. That's what I am right now. And grieving. I. I lost my best friend recently. She died protecting innocent people. She was more breakable than I. And I should've kept her safe. God knows I wanted to. That I tried.

But she didn't listen. They almost never do. They always run off when I tell them to stay. It's for their own safety!

So I don't end up being alone. The man who regrets. That should be my name is many ways. It's certainly true. I do have so many regrets. About leaving people. Running away from the war, not doing more to save some people. Especially the ones who I care about. I'm talking about the ones who chose to travel with me. The ones I left behind.

My name should be: "The man who runs," instead of The Doctor sometimes. It fits better.