TenRose One-Shots/ Doctor X-Reader (REQUESTS OPEN)

After Doomsday

WARNING: This will be very short and there will be a crapload of feels. I warned you. Proceed with caution, and some braces to hold your heart in one piece.

Doctor's POV:

Rose faded from the room, from the TARDIS, from her home, from where she should be. I stared at the place where she was standing, or, where her hologram was. A tear ran down my cheek. One thought kept coursing through my brain. She's gone. Rose Tyler is gone. Ripped away from me, opening every wound I had ever suffered and pouring lemon juice on it. That's what it felt like, except worse. At first, I was shocked. Then I was in pain. Then I was numb. Then I was angry. All of those feeling happened in moments, the last one burning away the rest. I felt anger course through my veins like never before, more powerful than it had ever been. I was angry she had ben taken from me. I was angry I never told her I loved her. I ran to the TARDIS doors and flung them both open, running from the TARDIS. I didn't bother to close the doors. I ran and I kept running, the fury pumping through me growing and pushing me forward further and faster. I stopped and collapsed on the ground, not from exhaustion, but from the sudden wall of pain that I hit. I was on my knees, panting and holding my head. I screamed into the sky, letting loose a guttural sound loud enough for everyone to hear. I poured everything I was feeling into that scream, all the anguish and torment. The scream slowly faded out into a small whimper, which then faded into my own sobs. My body shook with the force of them, and I let myself fall onto my side, still shaking. After a while, I couldn't cry anymore, so I settled for laying on the ground and feeling numb. I was there for an hour, I didn't even bother moving when the sun went down and the temperature went down nearly 20 degrees. I heard a rustling behind me, and I sluggishly looked. I saw an old man coming towards me, wielding a cane and a flashlight. I quickly stood up and wiped my face, attempting to hide the fact that I had been sobbing uncontrollably. There was still a small amount of light, but not enough to see my face clearly. The old man shined the light on my face. The light wasn't the glaring light of one of those white flashlights, but was instead the soft glow of a yellow flashlight. Still, my eyes weren't used to such brightness, so I covered them for a moment until they adjusted. I took my had away and looked at the man. He had a serious look on his face.

"What's wrong, young feller? What's happened to ya?" He said in a low grumble that was somehow very comforting.

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't know what you mean." I told him, hoping he would take my word for it. I had no such luck.

"Don't lie  tuh me, boy, I've been lied tuh enough over the years to last dozens of lifetimes. Now tell me yur name and what's happened to ya." He grumbled, trying to sit down. I rushed to help him and then sat down next to him.

"How do you know that something's happened to me?" I asked him looking at him and trying to open my swollen eyes wider.

"That holler you let loose sounded just like the one I did when my wife died two years ago. Same sound and fore, uh-huh. Who'd you lose?" His eyes looked into mine, and I knew I could trust him.

"Rose. I lost a woman named Rose. She-she was taken from me and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I loved her with my entire being, everything I've got, and she never knew. I should've told her! And that's-that's my fault, I suppose. That she'll never know. But oh, I hope she does. I showed her in every small way I could, every time I could. I tried my hardest, but it wasn't good enough. And now she'll never know how much she meant to me, how much I loved her, just because I was a coward." The man sat there patiently waiting and listening, and pulled out a thermos to take a drink of what was inside. He offered my a drink, but I declined. I didn't feel like drinking or eating anything. He put the thermos away.

"Yur not a coward, lad, o'erwise you'd ne'er 'ave told me anythin' ya jus' did. When I tol' my wiyfe I luved 'er, I'd already known 'er fur ten years. Yur not a coward. Now all ya c'n do is move on, and 'ope t'et wen ya die, she's theyre waitin' for ya'." The man's thick Scottish accent made it almost difficult to understand him, but I knew what he was saying. I stood up, and helped him stand. Once he was balanced on his feet, I gave him a hug.

"Thank you. Thank you." I said into his coat. I felt him pat my back.

"wul I didn't say much of anythin', but I 'spose yur welcome, young lad. "member wat I've said to ya. Good day, lad, may the faytes be with ya'." He walked away and over the hill, out of sight. I started my trek back to the TARDIS. I had another breakdown when I went inside, it felt so empty without Rose inside it. But I remembered what the man had said. So, I guess i'll wait for my death, and hope with what little I have left that when I'm dead, she'll be waiting for me.

okay maybe not so short but I don't care. its sad and feelsy and that's what I wanted to write. good day y'all, have fun crying. *rides off on a magic carpet*