This was one of my older stories, but I liked how it turned out, so I thought that, well, I should put it on here. I've noticed that each doctor has their own major sort of feeling throughout the show, but they always end up with regret. And the tenth doctor was the persona of that regret (among many other things).
I do not own BBC or any of its shows.
I feel so lonely, always so lonely, surrounded in my blue little box, my treasure box, my protecting cocoon, as if it will block out the one thing I can never stop up. So many people, so many wantings to just find someone to belong-
And I lost them all. And every once in a while, So many, too many, too little once in a whiles, I just can't stand it. I can't stand to let the one person who I would do anything for get stuck in the mess I evaded and die because of my ruin. So I jump back in and push them away and regenerate. A new personality, to block out the loss. A new figure, but it's just prolonging. I put on another mask, striving to live because I need to, I need to preserve my race-
Oh, but it's so much more than that.
Maybe it's why.
It's why I do it.
It's why I do everything. Because I can't stop.
Because if I ever stop and stop and think, then I'll remember.
And sometimes, so many times, remembering is worse than death.
And I go on all of those adventures, go save so many planets, go go go-
I'm so busy going into the future in time and rambling around and filling up the present-
I can't ever dare to look in the past.
And I'm sorry, oh, I'm so, so, sorry-
But it's for the better-
But it pains me-
But it would pain you more, and I can't let that happen.
Goodbye.
Why can't you JUST REGENERATE!
It would be great if you clicked that box thing below and wrote in a few sentences.
Just saying. ;P Thanks for reading.