He was broken, and he was alone. He wanted to rot in his TARDIS, and shut the whole cosmos out. He didn't want anyone to help him, and he didn't need anyone's pity. Sometimes he feels older than time, but he knows he's not. He's seen races, planets, and even galaxies fall, sometimes at his own hand. He's seen and done things that others could not even imagine nor bear. But here he is, sad, alone, broken, and shattered. That was until he met her. Someone who could understand his pain, because she had been in situations, in a way, similar to his. He was a complete stranger, yet she took no regard of that fact. She was like him, living in this universe with all these broken stars. *This is an Eleventh Doctor Fanfic. It follows my own plot, but it will/may contain old stories, memories, flashbacks, and quotes from Doctors Nine through Eleven.*
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