Yearning
Spoilers- Doomsday
Disclaimer- The Doctor, Rose and the TARDIS belong to the BBC, etc.
Note- this is my first DW fic and I hope I haven't stuffed it up. This is nothing new, just an attempt to get a fic starting with 'Y.'
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Desire?
Desire: to crave or long for.
No, it did not fit.
Covet?
Covet: to wish for, especially eagerly.
No, his feelings went far beyond eagerly.
Pine?
Pine: to suffer with longing
Perhaps
Perish?
Perish: to suffer destruction
Well…
Yearn?
Yearn: to have a strong desire.
Again, it still was not quite right.
The Doctor looked up from Rose's pink hoodie and looked sadly around her room. There just wasn't a word to describe how he felt.
He desired; he coveted; he pined; he perished; he yearned.
He loved.
Most of all he missed her.
The TARDIS felt empty without her and the old girl felt it too. The TARDIS hummed mournfully in agreement.
The Doctor sighed, unconsciously crushing Rose's hoodie in his hands. He slowly backed out of the room. He rested on hand on the doorknob.
The TARIDS whined.
"We'll keep it just as it, girl. Just in case."
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