Rose trailed behind the Doctor as he stormed off. Almost a hundred people had just died, of corse he is taking the blame. Always feeling it is his fault when something fails.
"Doctor!" Rose shouted over the bustling city noise.
The Doctor just shook his head and kept walking. People on the street began to run inside buildings, realizing what had happen only two streets away.
"Doctor, please." Rose's voice came out as a whisper. It was still enough to get the Doctor to turn around and see the pain he put in Rose's eyes. His anger immediately melted into guilt and frustration.
The people who still stood on the street parted as he seemed to glide over the ground. His calmness made everything seem dark. His eyes were dark, just like they had said. He's like fire, he's like ice. It was all jumbled up inside him, making him seem calm for what had happened. But also terrifyingly angry.
Rose shuddered and took a few steps back. He didn't stop until he was in front of her, and had his hand around her wrist.
"What?" His voice was smooth, but shaky.
"L-let go of me."
"What do you want?!"
Whatever what was left of Rose's courage, left. She trembled in his grip. Slowly, his face turned away.
"Why do you want me around?"
Rose's eyes were pleading, "Just let me go."
"Why should I? You could've helped them. Instead you go off to help one person, now they're life is the reason hundreds are dead!" He raged.
"Let. Go."
But he didn't, he kept going on, "I killed my entire race, do you want to do that to your own? Because it's not that hard, a simple change in the atmosphere, a bomb, a war. A WAR!"
Rose cowered back as far as she could, no one was left to help her.The street echoed his yells; all she could do was try to pull her arm away.
"Doctor, you're hurting me." She pleaded.
His eyes widened before he let go of her. He looked away, then ran. He didn't mean it; he wouldn't try to hurt his Rose. Yet he did. So he ran. Ran from his problems like always. Always running, from the things he loved the most. He couldn't stop. He knew if he stayed around to long he would hurt them. Just like he did to Rose. He hurt her, and it was is fault.
Panic filled his mind and he took a sharp turn into a ally. Something in his mind kept chanting,
Run, run, run, you'll get away. Just run and flee. You'll keep all pain away.
What he was doing didn't even count as running, it was dodging and hurtling himself over the ground. He didn't stop until he tripped over a small, metal, box. He tumbled face first into the street; his face scraped the pavement and trousers tore as they dragged along it.
He tried getting up, but only failed and leaned against the wall. Taking gasping breaths and rocking back and forth. His eyes wide in panic.
"Doctor?" A soft voice called.
He still rocked.
Light footsteps sounded near him, "Doctor?"
His eyes didn't leave the ground.
A shadow kneeled next to him, he felt the soft touch of a hand on his back.
"Shhhh," The voice chided.
He stopped rocking taking in the noises.
"It'll be okay."
"I'm a monster, Rose." His voice was hoarse.
"No. You didn't know."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Yes, I did."
"You saved the universe."
"I'm alone."
Rose sat next to him, "No. You're not."
"I killed my family!" He cried, "My daughter, wife, my whole race! For what?! A better universe. Now I'm nothing. I'm not suppose to be here, I should be dead."
"You've saved so many lives. Just calm down. You saved me, a whole entire planet. The whole universe. Just think Doctor, I would be dead if you weren't for you."
He closed his eyes, "You could be dead because of me."
