I stand there, glistening tears rolling down my cheek.
What a wonderful things tears are, showing the world your grief or happiness or any other extreme emotion. If only Rose was here to see them. If only she knew how much I loved her.
The TARDIS hummed in sadness. She knew how much I loved having Rose on board, but she also had a fondness for the human.
Rose had thought that the TARDIS always made the companions' beds, cleaned their rooms, and made breakfast for them. Rose didn't know that she was the only one.
The Lonely Doctor was once again sad that he had lost a companion, but this time it was worse. My hearts had been broken as soon as she had let go of the lever.
I staggered backwards towards my room, holding onto the pastel orange coral support beams. I grabbed the limp trench coat that lay on a branch. The TARDIS rearranged the rooms, guiding me towards the one that I called mine.
The circular Gallifreyan painted in maroon on the gold walls greeted me warmly. As I threw myself on the bed, the TARDIS, ever helpful, changed the scenery to a moving picture of the Dtunor galaxy, a swirling collection of thousands of the masses of bright white gas that we call a star.
I curled up into the fetus position and started sobbing. The background sounds of the TARDIS closing the door and telepathically trying to soothe me faded into nothing.
It was just me and my sorrows.
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Just The Right Rose
FanfictionDoomsday happened, but Donna didn't appear. A short fanfiction about tenrose. It is NOT him finding a way back to her. God, I hate those. No offence. All rights to the BBC. If I did own them, the world would die.
