The days seemed rather blurry thought the Doctor. Being the loneliest man in the world was surely wasn't an easy job. The aching pain in his spine still continues on and on and having the thought of no one to help heal his wounds, he felt quite sad.
For hours he'd isolate himself in the TARDIS console room, sitting on the ground probably in deep space with a perfectly blank mind and giving a depressing, inscrutable facial expression. He doesn't even bother to call River anyways. Though he rather let her spend her days having her own adventures.
Sometimes those flashbacks appeared in his mind. Flashbacks of his own adventures.
And sometimes companions.
He could imagine the happy faces on Rory and Amy's faces or Rose Tyler's smile that could put him into blushes. Few things he misses so very much will rarely come back to him.
The Doctor slouched his back on the Console Room's railings and gave a lengthy sigh. "It's just you and me then, old girl." His eyes gazed around the TARDIS. After all those adventures filled with monsters and crazy battles, it was always never quite enough. He knew he wasn't going to live forever to fight monsters and continue to save the universe, anyways. Two more regenerations and then it's a dead end for the Doctor.
People found it quite hard to put trust into him and usually glanced at him with anxious eyes. But all and all in the end, he always manages to save the universe. He made people happy.
Cloistered in his blue box, the Doctor took time to motivate himself to find new companions and move on.
After 900 years, he still haven't figure out how.
"You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords." He remembered telling Rose Tyler. The solitary pain wisps away once he finds new companions… new friends. "The divine life of the Time Lord is not prolonged, but can be felt like it is if I could only fill it in with happiness all the time. That way I'll feel time moves faster." He mutters to himself.
The Doctor slowly but surely was falling asleep while his mouth let out soft sleeping purrs which Amy found "cute". ("I do that and you never called me cute." Rory protested.) He woke up finding himself extremely exhausted and his body aching even much more.
With his last bit of strength in his body, he raised himself from the ground and limped into his small bedroom.
He was so tired.
So tired of suffering.
AN: It's super short but I'm thinking of turning this oneshot into chapters with an OC though. Thank you for reading, lovelies. x