"Doctor?"

"Doctor?"

"You can't hear me can you Doctor?" She looks away.

"I'm tired you know. I don't think I should be tired. People told me death would be like sleeping. But I guess not for people who are- well me. That's the easiest way to explain"

Ghosting a hand over the console, she lets her brown eyes look to see if he sees her yet. No, not quite.

"I wonder if you'll ever see me. I don't think so. You said it was impossible for me to see you again but I think you really meant that it was impossible for you to see me. And for that I'm so sorry. It seems easier for you now though and I wish I could say the same for me. I'm glad you're happy. It makes up for my sad."

She so desperately wished he would hear her sigh but he ,as usual, stayed blissfully oblivious.

"I still love you. Every second I love you but I think you forgot my love. There are the moments though where I can tell you remember. I wished you didn't because I can see on your face how much it hurts you that I loved you. I honestly meant for my love to be a good thing. I thought I would have forever. I didn't and I'm sorry."

She watched as he runs his hand through his hair. She missed that hair. That wonderful hair.

"It's the end you know. Or at least it feels like it. I don't think I'll see you again. I think this might be a good thing. I'll miss you but I do that already anyways so it's not like anythings changing. But you will. And you know what? You'll still be fantastic."

She reached out to touch his arm but her hand disappears before it makes contact with the blue striped cloth.

"And so will I Doctor."

A/N:

Hey guys. So this was the product of my eternal deppression from Doomsday.:( We all felt it. Just a little one shot. Hope you enjoyed. Review! To any authors out there you understand the neverending happiness a review gives! :)

-A.P