Author's Note /This is just a little teaser/intro for a story I might work on! Comment and vote for more, or just read it, I'll probably still write it, to be honest. Hope you enjoy!/
Doctor's POV
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I flipped another switch on my TARDIS clumsily, not caring where I was going, not caring when I was coming back. I had lost my Rose. My flower, my beautiful flower that bloomed so brilliantly. And oh, how my hearts were grieving.
Where the TARDIS usually gave me comfort even in the most troubling times, it did no such thing for this pain. Its endless halls and echoing wooshes and clangs only reminded me that I must stay alone. I have to stay empty, like the many rooms here that occupy no soul, no object, not one breath to be inhaled. Or I am blinded. Blinded by grief and my own selfishness, the selfishness that nearly cost Rose her life. I had wanted her so badly. I had wanted to feel her blonde hair through my fingers, her waist under my hand as we twirled through the dark night skies of any time, any place, any dance.
I yanked a lever harshly, cursing my daydreaming to hell. It didn't help. It made it so, so much worse. But I couldn't help remembering her flawless smile, the way she would laugh at my one liners and smack my arm if I were being sarcastic. I rubbed my right arm pathetically, trying to recall any feeling of her, of her hand in mine, our footsteps running in sinc from any crazy predicament I pulled her into. I felt my throat constrict and a gasp escape me, as I clutched the console of the TARDIS with a wavering grip. My beautiful Rose was truly gone. I was so stupid and I, I had put her in danger. I had to let her go. I had to make her leave. And oh, as my two hearts were grieving enough for any amount of men, I was so, so sorry for that.
My TARDIS, the one who couldn't, or wouldn't ever leave me, sensed my brokenness, my inability to even drive her properly, landed softly, softer than any other landing I have accomplished. Almost as soft as her lips on mine.
