A/N: A small story. Dedicated to you. The prologue here is very brief - expect longer chapters in the future. There will be six parts, not including the Prologue and the Epilogue. Please enjoy !
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever?
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever? Forever young
Rose Tyler's house was silent.
The world outside was dark and deadly hot, the summer air thick and humid. Clouds covered up the stretching welkin, leaving no light but that which was given off by the flickering lamp post. Not that the Doctor minded the heat much. He had been many hot places, in his lifetime. Some places much hotter then earth...
But none of those places really mattered anymore.
The Doctor sat by Rose's bedside, watching her. Her breathing was slow, and heavy. Her eyes were closed gently, her lips parted ever so slightly. Her skin was creased and her hair tinted grey.. Most people would call her an old lady. They might say her beauty days had passed. But to the Doctor, she couldn't be more beautiful in the gentle lamplight. He had watched every wrinkle form on flawless skin, seen every soft blonde hair get softer while he stayed young. It filled with a deep kind of sadness that he couldn't quiet explain.
He had been with many women before, yes. But Rose was different. The Doctor had known that from the start. And seeing her grow old was something he would never escape; he was intent on staying with her to the end. Which, to his deep despair, was nearing quickly.
What would he do after she was gone? Travel again? Mourn her death? Travel back in time and watch it all again? It seemed so impossible to be without the spunky, blonde little girl... Woman. What had he done without her?
The doctor had been traveling for some time when he met Rose Tyler. Not just from place to place, but from time to time. He helped people, and then some. But when he met Rose... He had shared his taste for adventure with her. And when she decided it was her time to stop, he had stayed with her.
Everything was perfect... But Rose was different than the Doctor. Her lifespan was so much shorter then his... Eventually, their time together would end...
And now, sitting by her bedside and holding her feeble hand, the Doctor felt a twisting pain in his chest. An ache in his heart [or shall I say hearts] that was rarely felt by the happy man. He had seen many, many deaths, but wasn't prepared for this one...